| Doin' a 100 on a highway
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| Fast cake, I do it my way
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| Fast cake, I do it my way
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| Head to toe labels on deck, do it the fly way
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| Predatory glory feastin' on endangered species
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| I take a shit right after birth a million dollar feces
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| Fuck ya habitat, it’s really where your ratchet at
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| My ego is so lethal that a? |
| will try to damage that
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| So Queens that you can feel me
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| So dope that you could deal me
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| Do a donut then I hop up out the Benz
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| Still in the hood like ATM’s that give tens
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| Crime infused paragraphs with expensive pens
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| Now we chasin' ends my niggas need extensive ends
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| Refined thug salary, fine rug gallery
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| Purchase courtesy of the street, real niggas proud of me
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| Strategize always think wise but never cowardly
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| Powerfully shower me with the finest different designers
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| Leanin' back were shinin' like we drivin' in recliners
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| It’s your highness the flyest, so acrobatic were manuverin'
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| Catch me freak dancin' in the club, I got the Ruger in
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| The kings portrait laid inside the hand car frame
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| Hung over the fireplace admired by the peasants
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| Present some evidence for things you mention in your sentences
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| I’m devilish, the foot is like a leather fish
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| Smoke wax like a Brazilian salon
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| Stand on the corner after three in the morn'
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| All thermal on, your money shorter than a gerbil’s arm
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| Fuck around, throw a gerbil in your mom
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| Yo change the channel put the Ninja Turtles on
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| Arrange the battle, blaze the saddles
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| Bust your motherfuckin' ass in basketball wearin' sandals
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| Gun at the side by the love handles
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| Bring me your face so I could fuck it hard
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| Then do a 720 in the mustard Saab
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| The bitch touched my hair said I must be god
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| That bitch touched my hair said I must be god
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| Deluxe fresh, hop out the Lex flexin' ya ex
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| She’s left stretched properly sexed fuck it I’m blessed
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| Checks comin' in, street money movin' at the same time
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| Gain shine whenever my feet step on the concrete
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| Seated outside drinkin' wine chewin' on conch meat
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| While cops heat corners and streets, we in the bistro
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| Thinkin' that? |
| don’t fuck around I’ll let my heat go
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| Cuban linx hand made, nigga I’m clan paid
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| Fuck a couple ratchets got lost to my man Rae
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| Seven thousand feathers in a eagle
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| The one I lost didn’t have none but it was evil
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| Niggas try showin' fake love, but they be see through
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| Deceitful, my people
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| Still the same crew from back then
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| Sellin' drugs out the hoopty with a black Mac-10
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| Unique ringtones, obscure trap phones
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| You wack rap clones never had a backbone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 MPH , by - Buckwild. Song from the album Silk Pyramids, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп