Young Dolph

Young Dolph - 100 Shots lyrics

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Yeah

It's Dolph

Hey bring me some Backwoods up outta there homie and a cup of ice



And some rubber bands up outta there too homie, yeah

It's 3 PM, 80 degrees outside

I'm in somethin' that go real fast, sitting outside the cornerstore

Six figure client got no business in this area



If it ain't one thing it's a motherf**kin' 'nother

We trapped together than that's my motherf**kin' brother

I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don't love her

She just play her part when it's time to smuggle

I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber

I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers

Nobu in Malibu was my last supper

I f**ked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker

Everybody screaming gang gang gang

Them folks come and get you, you gon' tell on the whole gang

She said can she f**k me with my diamond chains

If I ain't in the bank then I'm on the plane

'Bout to go get some money or go spend some money

They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me

They don't want you to live, they don't want you to ball

Them pussies smile in your face, then they pray for you to fall

Young nigga stay focused

But I really want to crash

Think about where you at

Then think about your past

Yeah I really came from shit

But I won't change for shit

My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways

My wrist say I been getting paid



A hundred shots, a hundred shots

Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops

My role model used to get a hundred blocks

Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob



She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars

I got so high last night I did a show on Mars

Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars

My pinky ring extra large

Foreigns all in the garage, remember my first menage

Yeah, Tori and Brittany

I'm shopping for diamonds at Tiffany's

No, I don't got no sympathy

She blew my whistle like a referee

Broke black nigga, remember me?

Until I found out that recipe

Started getting about ten a week

Finger on the trigger when I sleep

Yeah nigga, I rather you than me

Backseat, smoking good weed



A hundred shots, a hundred shots

How the f**k you miss a whole hundred shots?



You not welcome at my trap if you don't shop

Before you come through that back door you better knock

They been waiting on this gangster shit to drop

Even them f**k niggas that wish I could be stopped

How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million?

Self made millionaire, oh what a feeling

My niggas came from dealing

f**k nigga get out your feelings

Your bitch gave me sexual healing

Guess who just walked in the building?

Came out with six bitches

My uncle said that's pimpin'

My diamonds always hittin'

You looking for your bitch, she with me nigga, she ain't missin'

I told you f**k nigga stay out my way, but you didn't listen

Big rocks, in my watch

And we put extensions in all of the Glocks



A hundred shots, a hundred shots

How the f**k you miss a whole hundred shots?

Yeah, it's Dolph

How the f**k you miss a whole hundred shots?
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