Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100PROOF, artist - Tim North.
Date of issue: 22.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
100PROOF |
motherfucker i |
do my thing |
kill it |
yall been asking why |
while |
you were sitting waiting i was getting sitauted right |
yall knew it |
think up somethign dope then i move it |
theres a play to make i maneuvre |
one shot keep the gun cocked one hundred |
i prove it |
yall knew it it (yuh) |
out the gates, Im obligated to be one of the greas |
lookin all around how the fuck else is my name ever gonna make it |
and i know it they gon hate |
hate on Timothy, you believe that? |
kill em off when they offer an eye for an eye |
cause im not trying to see that |
and yall knew it |
my greatness im bout to prove it |
fucked up w me then yall blew it |
yall stupid |
pour one out for your dead ass on the stoop |
hah |
i been on that new shit |
HK produced it, killing this fire so i must be a hero then |
saying my name like im saving the game, but you say it in vein are you be |
trippin on heroin? |
bitches I, dont get why they love me I’m obviously just in it for moi |
when the dough was low these couldnt spare the time |
now with tens are all around I can spare a dime |
bummy ass lames, sitting down to aim |
bout a week ago everything was fine |
put me up the line, homie I ainy lying |
100% get it all the time |
come on now |
Im on my numbers, cant nobody fuck with my come up Bounce with me just, |
bounce with me just… etc |
just bounce with a motherfucker you could put your dough on |
knowing Im’a get mine the way the flows on |
like, give it a year, that boys so go |
that boys so on |
and so forth and so on |
i aint got to trip bout a chip on the shoulder |
to stop me from getting doughjah |
i show up and they show love |
never gotta get put on a show |
i put the show on, motherfucker |
thats the damn truth, and you could do the same to |
motherfucker |
im like, aw shucks |
are they all shook or just awe struck |
that i |
followed through with my verse |
like a real motherfucker should do in the first |
they like, man the the best |
come check me at my worst |
now they trying to invest, i aint selling a word |
im just doing shit |
they like, who’s your influences |
bron in quebec with toronto respect |
but yo, currently currensy’s all that Im fluent with |
Im done with that flow, come in contact like a combat hoe |
i be on that, then I be beyond that though |
sipping conyac only if its 100Proof |
and yall knew it |
Im on my numbers, cant nobody fuck with my come up Bounce with me just, |
bounce with me just… etc |
Been on top of my shit, hold up |
just let me talk all my shit though, bruh |
I been up stacking my chips |
all about my city, not altrustic |
Im the realest just cause Im realistic |
want a deal? |
go walk to the dealership |
you trying to build? |
well I dont really feel nothing |
like I took a pill |
cause Im heavy how I chill, numbing everyone I killing off |
and |
they feel the hype like, 'when he droppin' |
top floor got em waiting like 'when he jumpin' |
stop the press, cause line for line they trying to define my death, Im defying — |
Im, high up on the scale, puffin on an L, sipping on some ale |
trying to eat good- eat-good, fare well |
thinking Im’a live large, I mean XL |
cause they knew, from the begginig |
In the end that I was winnnin |
even when I wasnt trending |
in the basement I was penning |
no games tho, Ive just been training |
but when the buzzer go, know I got the pennant |
And Im staying Independent |
clear my name, hit the pavement |
till they hit me with the payment |
motherfucker |