Lyrics

I'm still in the party and it's past two I'm posted in the room cause I can't have you Homies fucking bitches in bathroom Couple tings I actually met in high school Yeah, I might go ballistic Yeah, TT and I miss it I don't wanna talk about the system but She don't wanna listen I need 100 rounds, 100 rounds, 100 rounds 100 rounds, 100 rounds, 100 rounds 100 rounds, 100 rounds, 100 rounds, I need 100 rounds, 100 rounds, 100 rounds I need None of y'all could touch my core Four of us niggas when we walk into the door (Nigga no) Put it in sport She back it up baby like a brand new Porsche (Nigga no) Think I got a keys, child of the streets Choppa always loaded but we known to keep the peace Gone for the week prep it then I eat it Wanna change scenes but she know I gotta leave it and Brownskin demon T up on the weekends U know where to find me, imma give it u need it Lemme get a even West side legion Nana like the ocean, she can see it when I beat it And you know I'd see you more if I had time for you babe 9 for your babe, I'd do crimes for you babe And you know I'd see you more if I had time for you babe 9 for you babe, I'd do crimes for you babe I need 100 rounds, 100 rounds, 100 rounds 100 rounds, 100 rounds, 100 rounds 100 rounds, 100 rounds, 100 rounds 100 rounds, 100 rounds, 100 rounds I need, I need 100 rounds, 100 rounds, 100 rounds 100 rounds, 100 rounds, 100 rounds 100 rounds, 100 rounds, 100 rounds, I need 100 rounds, 100 rounds, 100 rounds I need And you know I'd see you more if I had time for you babe 9 for your babe, I'd do crimes for you babe And you know I'd see you more if I had time for you babe 9 for you babe, I'd do crimes for you babe
Writer(s): Tommy Ruhingubugi, Jausont David Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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