Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wild 100s, artist - Smoke DZA. Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Song language: English
Wild 100s |
| Smoked out sessions |
| Uh |
| Right |
| Level up on these niggas |
| Kush God bitch |
| It’s only right |
| Uh |
| All I wanna do is get money and fuck bitches |
| Young nigga shit, right? |
| In that order |
| Hop on a joint with me, its manslaughter |
| Listening to myself on Pandora |
| Run down with choppers not camcorders |
| Whoa now, pressure is cooking, got the low down |
| And word 'round town, you singing, should’ve been with Motown |
| I blow down pounds with ease, smoke like I breathe |
| Kush God is my lowlife ID |
| You got the right one, smoking and joking, fucking light one |
| I might burn these 64 grams before the night come |
| What up B, wintertime furs or chinchillas |
| Getting all this chicken, I’m immune to salmonella |
| Spare pipe, her man acting up, she need a fill up |
| Come through shorty, don’t worry, I pay the babysitter |
| Hop skip and a jump, fuck her right out of her pumps |
| Then I’m dipping when I finish this blunt, you got the right one |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100's |
| All I wanna do is fuck bitches and get money |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100's |
| All I wanna do is fuck bitches and get money |
| Mafioso flow, butter soft leathers, let’s fuck up some cheddar |
| Get money endeavors, whatevers whatever uh |
| Cuttling up like super shredder |
| I’m super clever, test my with dog, you could never |
| Try to find me, find Waldo, shit how y’all all go |
| God, God bless this God flow, I’m tapped in |
| They call it the trap (why?), it’s the life dog, we trapped in |
| The goal is to get out, get money make it happen, uh |
| The lost son of Mary Magdalene |
| The flow so wavy, I’m water rafting |
| This that step in the bank |
| Gimme the money pinned on the napkin |
| I’m 'bout that action, living life in All-Madden |
| New era, last emcee, Toronto finally passed entry |
| Weed charges, all DATs uh, Canadians think I’m awesome |
| Steady flossing everywhere like Tim Hortons |
| Got the right one |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100's |
| All I wanna do is fuck bitches and get money |
| Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s |
| I spit riddles and get wild 100's |
| All I wanna do is fuck bitches and get money |
| DZA DZA |
| DZA uh |
| DZ-DZ-DZA uh |
| DZA uh |
| DZA uh |
| DZA uh |
| DZA uh |