Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 Yards , by - T.I.. Song from the album The Leak, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
100 Yards |
| All we make is cash, Straight drop glass |
| Nigga try to play me, we’ll straight drop ass |
| Trunk on blast and our cars go fast |
| Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard daaaash |
| Ima bankhead veteran |
| Got em takin eccederin |
| Them suckas caught headaches when they saw me on David Letterman |
| Ride round severan, off the heads (bankhead & buckhead) to my bretheren |
| Man this gangsta picture been on Paul Wall ever since |
| I was young wit medicine |
| Now im in the yellow bent |
| Thought the shit was lame, das why I ain’t go and get the yellow tint |
| Tell em kent |
| We ride phantoms supplyin anthems |
| Body full of reptile camo’s and fine pampers |
| Shine amper, fox fur |
| Submarine boxster |
| Kill a nigga ass on time, they call me clockster |
| Lightskin mossberg, not the black but the chrome one |
| 26 davins, the black back with the chrome front |
| All we make is cash, Straight drop glass |
| Nigga try to play me, we’ll straight drop ass |
| Trunk on blast and our cars go fast |
| Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard daaaash |
| Aye look, Brasco Astro |
| Big shipment in the van, dead fresh nigga plaid put on castro |
| Give em what they ask for, 20 thousand in sacks |
| Stand on the trap till I see the damn task force |
| Come back in a black porche,(who?) Me and Bola |
| This Xtaci time, when the sunshines its over |
| White cola, systems are metric, force is sucessive |
| Ain’t no choice, I’m aggressive |
| My brauds walk on giseptics and nati |
| Mark Jacobs in the maple Marzarati |
| I’m rich, nothin to do, So I’m taking up karate |
| I’m taping up my body like the NFL quarterback |
| Michael Vick shit, tell em to bring a quarter back |
| All we make is cash, Straight drop glass |
| Nigga try to play me, we’ll straight drop ass |
| Trunk on blast and our cars go fast |
| Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard daaaash |
| Bitch please, Shawty I know u ain’t got these |
| Varagomas on my face and some juicy gatore jeans |
| Bitch I’m ballin wit some pimps who be lettin they shoulda lean |
| Know them grills gone bling |
| And them banks go $chiiing$ |
| Listen, Ima queen, 5 karat ring |
| See through blouse and my nipples ain’t seen |
| Everybody know that I’m quick to beat a hoe ass |
| In a quick flash, make them bitches hit the floor fast |
| Drop top, in the other seat, I got plenty cash |
| Always first class, Bitch I was made to last |
| You a old rag still stuntin wit a coach bag |
| Young fly bitches like to ride wit the beat blast |
| All we make is cash, Straight drop glass |
| Niggas try to play me, we’ll straight drop ass |
| Trunk on blast and our cars go fast |
| Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard daaaash |