100 Round n*gga lyrics

by

Lite Fortunato


[Intro]
Neila World
Mike D you can't do this to em man
EQ made this one

[Chorus: Warhol.ss]
100 round n*gga, Louboutin zipper
Hop out the Demon, I f*ck up the Fisker
Drip on me [?] keep water delivered
Pour up some Easter, they know I'm a sipper
Back to back Bentleys can't make this sh*t up
Beat up a n*gga, he put on a crutch
.40 talking to him, turn him to dust
I don't feel like f*cking, I just want the suck
I pour up some mud, [?] key
Stand on the brick, I kept me a fish
I see me a lick, I hop on the sh*t
He look like a stain, [?] on my fist
Visvim Christo, been in the flip-flops
Bullets hit a n*gga in the shin, gotta hip-hop
f*cking on the [?] but I can't stop

[Verse 1: Warhol.ss]
Free all my n*ggas in the pen with the door locked
Styrofoam cup, filled with the mud, in the hood throw it up
Rick jeans with the.40 tucked, better duck
Choppa with a scope leave a n*gga outta luck
All these hoes [?] f*cking with the enemies
Give a n*gga game, these lames ain't hearing me
[?] to the brain, think I had a epiphany
These n*ggas extra, [?] never feeling me
Act on ice, put the ice in the steamer
Coat white, [?] better call Peter
Beat her out the frame, don't want me to leave her
Trap hot, my suppressor gonna fever
Pull up in a Viper, slide for a pit-stop
Think I see the opps, Imma pop till my wrist lock
Time come around, we gon put a n*gga [?]
[?] killed, we ain't never seeing no cops

[Chorus: Warhol.ss]
100 round n*gga, Louboutin zipper
Hop out the Demon, I f*ck up the Fisker
Drip on me [?] keep water delivered
Pour up some Easter, they know I'm a sipper
Back to back Bentleys can't make this sh*t up
Beat up a n*gga, he put on a crutch
.40 talking to him, turn him to dust
I don't feel like f*cking, I just want the suck
I pour up some mud, [?] key
Stand on the brick, I kept me a fish
I see me a lick, I hop on the sh*t
He look like a stain, [?] on my fist
Visvim Christo, been in the flip-flops
Bullets hit a n*gga in the shin, gotta hip-hop
f*cking on the [?] but I can't stop

[Verse 2: Lite Fortunato]
100 round n*gga, Saint Laurent zipper
f*ck on her friend, then I f*ck on her sister
Rather sip yellow before I sip liquor
You know I was a star, b*tch I am the big dipper
Hitting these licks, just since a jit
I feel like a [?] I hit me a lick
I [?] n*gga when I [?] my wrist
The foreigns come out just like Tokyo Drift
b*tch wanna f*ck cuz she feeling my drift
I been doing this since the age of six
I pour me a two plus four, thats a six
I flew out a hoe and I f*cked at the Ritz
Saint Laurent jeans got these b*tches just staring
Come to the [?] she give me her neck
I f*ck on that birth, then I bust on her breasts
I fronted the money, I need me a check
100 round n*gga, hop out the Demon
My b*tch off the acid, she said I am Jesus
I'll split you, one two, turn you ass in to Reeses
I hate copping sixes, they always [?]
Having these racks I feel like Serena
I get all these tickets from parking at meters
I ship over town, they all are receivers
100 round drum take a piece of your features

[Chorus: Warhol.ss]
100 round n*gga, Louboutin zipper
Hop out the Demon, I f*ck up the Fisker
Drip on me [?] keep water delivered
Pour up some Easter, they know I'm a sipper
Back to back Bentleys can't make this sh*t up
Beat up a n*gga, he put on a crutch
.40 talking to him, turn him to dust
I don't feel like f*cking, I just want the suck
I pour up some mud, [?] key
Stand on the brick, I kept me a fish
I see me a lick, I hop on the sh*t
He look like a stain, pit [?] on my fist
Visvim Christo, been in the flip-flops
Bullets hit a n*gga in the shin, gotta hip-hop
f*cking on the [?] but I can't stop

[Outro]
Neila World
EQ made this one
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