| All we make is cash, Straight drop glass
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| Nigga try to play me, we’ll straight drop ass
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| Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
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| Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard daaaash
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| Ima bankhead veteran
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| Got em takin eccederin
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| Them suckas caught headaches when they saw me on David Letterman
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| Ride round severan, off the heads (bankhead & buckhead) to my bretheren
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| Man this gangsta picture been on Paul Wall ever since
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| I was young wit medicine
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| Now im in the yellow bent
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| Thought the shit was lame, das why I ain’t go and get the yellow tint
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| Tell em kent
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| We ride phantoms supplyin anthems
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| Body full of reptile camo’s and fine pampers
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| Shine amper, fox fur
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| Submarine boxster
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| Kill a nigga ass on time, they call me clockster
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| Lightskin mossberg, not the black but the chrome one
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| 26 davins, the black back with the chrome front
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| All we make is cash, Straight drop glass
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| Nigga try to play me, we’ll straight drop ass
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| Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
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| Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard daaaash
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| Aye look, Brasco Astro
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| Big shipment in the van, dead fresh nigga plaid put on castro
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| Give em what they ask for, 20 thousand in sacks
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| Stand on the trap till I see the damn task force
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| Come back in a black porche,(who?) Me and Bola
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| This Xtaci time, when the sunshines its over
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| White cola, systems are metric, force is sucessive
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| Ain’t no choice, I’m aggressive
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| My brauds walk on giseptics and nati
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| Mark Jacobs in the maple Marzarati
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| I’m rich, nothin to do, So I’m taking up karate
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| I’m taping up my body like the NFL quarterback
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| Michael Vick shit, tell em to bring a quarter back
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| All we make is cash, Straight drop glass
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| Nigga try to play me, we’ll straight drop ass
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| Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
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| Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard daaaash
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| Bitch please, Shawty I know u ain’t got these
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| Varagomas on my face and some juicy gatore jeans
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| Bitch I’m ballin wit some pimps who be lettin they shoulda lean
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| Know them grills gone bling
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| And them banks go $chiiing$
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| Listen, Ima queen, 5 karat ring
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| See through blouse and my nipples ain’t seen
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| Everybody know that I’m quick to beat a hoe ass
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| In a quick flash, make them bitches hit the floor fast
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| Drop top, in the other seat, I got plenty cash
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| Always first class, Bitch I was made to last
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| You a old rag still stuntin wit a coach bag
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| Young fly bitches like to ride wit the beat blast
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| All we make is cash, Straight drop glass
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| Niggas try to play me, we’ll straight drop ass
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| Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
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| Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard daaaash |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 Years , by - T.I.. Song from the album The Leak Unloaded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп