Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 Favors , by - Rich Gang. Song from the album Rich Gang, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
100 Favors |
| Swear I be sitting here thinking 'bout the shit that we’ve been through |
| And all I know is girl I owe you 100, 100, 100 favors |
| I owe you 100 favors, 100, 100, 100 favors |
| Niggas all talk, it’ll never change |
| Keep on choosin do your thang |
| All them favors, I call her like a driver |
| Drowning in that pussy, and I’m a soul survivor |
| Vodka, hunned flavors, GT watermelon |
| She always do me favors, and I don’t never tell her |
| GT yellow mango, I love to drink juice |
| Owe her 100 favors, I call her my 100 proof |
| Man I heard about an angel |
| Now I’m sitting here sippin' on the last bit of vodka |
| All I ever see is your face |
| Swear I be sitting here thinking bout the shit that you’ve been doing |
| And all I know is girl I’ll owe 100, 100, 100 favors |
| I give you 100 favors, 100, 100, 100 favors |
| Now I’m sitting here sippin' on the last bit of GT |
| All I ever see is your face 100 favors |
| Prices with the life, rollin on them dice |
| Spent a mill on a flight |
| Flew back and she bounced back |
| High speed, all gold |
| Lord of the ring, we live that life big time |
| Big time, 100 times I gave my bitch the sunshine |
| Harley Davis, Harley Davis, |
| Twin cam, I gave my bitch a 100 favors |
| You was a college student abusing the credit union |
| The music was way too loud, the tuition was fuckin stupid |
| And me I was runnin' wild hittin' licks in my mothers' Buick |
| Confusing, you like my style even though I was broke and doing |
| Stick em ups, you wanna pick em up |
| Inside your Civic Plus the difference was |
| I wasn’t rich as fuck you still would depend on us |
| And I missed the crush that we had every time winter December come |
| And we had tempers and arguments, disagreements and senses from |
| Cupid himself, and I’m shootin' himself |
| And the paramedics won’t come even if you scream for help |
| Don’t let love die, you regroovin' yourself |
| And I’m losing now too looking at you boo hoo from what’s dealt |
| So as I reminisce the coupon that we used to split at Baileys |
| On your mothers couch your little brother in the alley |
| You say K. Dot your page got that pay that Birdman and Jay got |
| One day you’ll reap what you sow, now I reap for us both |
| That’s one hunnid |