| Yeah
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| It’s Dolph
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| Hey bring me some Backwoods up outta there homie, and a cup of ice
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| And some rubber bands up outta there too homie, yeah
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| It’s 3 PM, 80 degrees outside
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| I’m in somethin' that go real fast, sitting outside the cornerstore
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| Six figure client got no business in this area
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| If it ain’t one thing it’s a motherfuckin' 'nother
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| We trapped together than that’s my motherfuckin' brother
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| I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don’t love her
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| She just play her part when it’s time to smuggle
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| I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber
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| I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers
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| Nobu in Malibu was my last supper
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| I fucked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker
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| Everybody screaming gang gang gang
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| Them folks come and get you, you gon' tell on the whole gang
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| She said can she fuck me with my diamond chains
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| If I ain’t in the bank then I’m on the plane
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| 'Bout to go get some money or go spend some money
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| They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me
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| They don’t want you to live, they don’t want you to ball
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| Them pussies smile in your face, then they pray for you to fall
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| Young nigga stay focused
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| But I really want to crash
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| Think about where you at
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| Then think about your past
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| Yeah I really came from shit
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| But I won’t change for shit
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| My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways
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| My wrist say I been getting paid
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| A hundred shots, a hundred shots
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| Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops
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| My role model used to get a hundred blocks
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| Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob
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| She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars
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| I got so high last night I did a show on Mars
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| Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars
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| My pinky ring extra large
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| Foreigns all in the garage, remember my first menage
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| Yeah, Tori and Brittany
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| I’m shopping for diamonds at Tiffany’s
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| No, I don’t got no sympathy
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| She blew my whistle like a referee
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| Broke black nigga, remember me?
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| Until I found out that recipe
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| Started getting about ten a week
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| Finger on the trigger when I sleep
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| Yeah nigga, I rather you than me
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| Backseat, smoking good weed
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| A hundred shots, a hundred shots
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| How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
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| You not welcome at my trap if you don’t shop
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| Before you come through that back door you better knock
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| They been waiting on this gangster shit to drop
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| Even them fuck niggas that wish I could be stopped
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| How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million?
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| Self made millionaire, oh what a feeling
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| My niggas came from dealing
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| Fuck nigga get out your feelings
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| Your bitch gave me sexual healing
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| Guess who just walked in the building?
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| Came out with six bitches
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| My uncle said that’s pimpin'
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| My diamonds always hittin'
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| You looking for your bitch, she with me nigga, she ain’t missin'
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| I told you fuck nigga stay out my way, but you didn’t listen
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| Big rocks in my watch
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| And we put extensions in all of the Glocks
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| A hundred shots, a hundred shots
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| How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
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| Yeah, it’s Dolph
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| How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 Shots , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album Bulletproof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп