Bangladesh, 2 Chainz, Jadakiss, Pusha T - 100 lyrics

Tauheed Epps

[Bangladesh, 2 Chainz, Jadakiss, Pusha T - 100 lyrics]

100, 100, 100, 100 you know I keep it

My life is but a dream pullin' cars up
Told you motherfuckers keys open doors up
Never excited when I'm seen
With something gorgeous
Put highway miles on these bitches
Like a tour bus
Daddy Warbucks, without a born trust
Diamonds all on this black gold
Like an oil rush
The highest quality, the chains are all flush
Known Jacob since the nineties
So he spoils us
Stock spoilers, no kit's on 'em
Why Panamera, nine-eleve shit's on 'em
Chuck the deuce as I Tokyo drift on 'em
The top drops like this
Bangladesh heat on 'em

100, 100, 100, 100, you never keep it

Yo, get yourself a hundred years
Tryin' to be the boss
Stand next to the chandeliers
You could see the shards
Ain't no diamonds in the watch
But you see the cross
When you spoon feed them that
Dope they need it more
All night, sweet sales four pipes, V twelves
Yeah, you know what them grams do
Bad bitch with me that the
Industry ain't ran through
Na, I ain't stop hustling yet, but I plan to
Own a bunch of vehicles and
A bunch of land too
Yeah and I love it when the rush come
Ain't no secret that I keep
It ninety-nine plus one

100, 100, 100, 100, you know I keep it
100, 100, 100, 100, you never keep it

Y'all niggas fifty-fifty I keep it a hundred
I spit the truth in interviews
I keep it one hundred
I'm the shit, smell the fumes
My nigga we plungin'
And the 808s on a leash
They say it's a monster got my own label
Fucked around and signed myself
Had a plan and stuck to it
You fuckboys is stuck boy
Bangladesh new shit ropin' like a cowboy
On my Tony Romo shit
You niggas just some towel boys
Tell the whole world to suck my cockiness
My checks eight figures like a octopus
Three hundred thou for the
Watch and rocky shit
These other niggas fakin' and I ain't
Afraid to say I keep it

A hundred miles and running
Nigga with an attitude bitch I'm so fly
You should check the altitude
I'm ballin', ballin' like an alley oop
My girl heel so high she need a parachute
Get 'em, I got 'em let me at 'em
My condo on Jupiter, my neighbors on Saturn
Murcielago, flow with some eye candy
I go to trial Monday, I been takin' panties
Hundred degrees in the mic booth
I'm from where you put golds
On the white tooth
And when you walk in and she might look
Might get took, might get fucked
A bunch of bitches in the skip line
I'm known to get mine ten out of ten times
I paid a hundred thousand for the old school
Known to keep it one hundred on the Pro Tools

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