100 Ball lyrics

by

Payroll Giovanni


[Verse 1: BandGang Javar]
I'll bring that hundred ball out, you saw me thumbing through on YouTube
If I can tell you broke, the hoes can too
[?] n*ggas wearing [?]
You look like the type of n*gga [?]
[?] I'm on y'all n*ggas
We done ran through damn near all the opp b*tches
Let them tell it, they so tired of broke n*ggas
She hate when dawg around, cause his watch won't stop ticking
Stripper hoes on us like maskeetos
You should've seen the b*tch face I just [?]
They're worse than the bill collecter, won't leave us alone
Paid her to dance somewhere else, for like 10 songs
On the side, I got the loud banging
The second house on [?], call it the gass station
[?] sh*t ain't stanking
I mean you call [?]

[Verse 2: Fresh Rich]
[?] bring the straps
If you don't wanna lose your bae, don't even bring her ass
[?] 40 hit his lung, he gon' be breathing bad
And I been running to the bank [?]
Playing with the same b*tch, you ain't ever seen no cash
[?] money making mitch [?]
[?]
b*tch [?] be in your bag
Ain't got a bag, then don't aproach me then
[?] show me 10
b*tch try to play me, I put di*k up in her closest friend
Put my back against the wall, feel like they closing in
And if you wanna live long, then n*gga, don't pretend
Stop all that flexing, we already know who hold that [?]
If I catch her tryna steal, Imma choke that b*tch
I can tell n*ggas goofy, you ain't toat that stick
[?] S.R.T
You would've thought a n*gga [?]
[?] neck on freeze
Living my best life, with death on me
b*tch, every n*gga with me bang S.O.B
[?] hoes wanna f*ck [?]
[?] loud mouth sh*t, I'm the best, low key
[?]
[Verse 3: DaBoii]
[?] trust these n*ggas, 'bout fast as I can throw them
Always talking like they know me, at me like I ohe 'em
[?] ass n*gga, man, somebody gotta show ya
n*ggas out here telling, but you know me, I ain't scared of nothing
Run it up to f*ck it up, don't do that sh*t again
I see you run it up, fall off, then never touch a strip again
Moving like a ghost [?], cause I lost too many n*ggas to the gun and the pen
Got [?] high off the drank, had to hit her with the gummy worm
[?] let this percey thing [?]
[?] I can't even tell you what I earned
Stuff it in a mattress, tryna get it straighter than [?]
[?] your n*gga face, he gon' die broke
Let me hit it from the back, and make you hit a high note
[?] sh*t, he can bairley pay your car [?]
That boy ain't got no heart, we can tell that you b*tch bro
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