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I ride with it on my lap, cocked and ready Keep them big blue hundreds on me So I keep money and guns on me Got alotta big blue hundreds on me So I keep money and guns on me Went to the pawn shop Got another fishing rod (What that mean nigga) Got another body guard (How you feel nigga) Feel like niggas staring hard Boy I kill you ain't fucking with no lil boy (ain't no lil boy) I got a band on top of band on top of band, That's a 50 pack Got this man up in my hand and its a 50 gat Gotta have it on me dawg cuz I'm getting that Tryna take your pussy And I promise you, you getting wacked I ain't in the way, get out my way when you doing dirt I'm a boss but remember I was a shooter first Who purse? Not my mama purse pussy boy Empty this bitch here and hit 'em with the other rod Got alotta big blue hundreds on me So I keep money and guns on me Got alotta big blue hundreds, so I keep money and guns on me Got alotta big blue hundreds (yeah), big b-blue hundreds (ha ha) (what up) Got alotta of big blue hundreds on me (Cain) Came home to a hundred bands and twin glocks Driver said he heard three, but it was 10 shots (10 shots) Pussy nigga got my name in the wind now, but I'm back, I'm with that bullshit again now D.A. say I'm Godfather, I'm like this hoe tripping Tired of using barbuckle watching all my children Back strapped with side armor like who want it with me Had a ticket, cashed that ticket, nigga go and get it On 24 hour lockdown without no cellmate, playing chess all by myself, I gotta stale mate Diving in that water, I hope that you can sail straight 40 grand, but this 40 kept my fam safe Got alotta big blue hundreds on me So I keep money and guns on me Got alotta big blue hundreds, so I keep money and guns on me Got alotta big blue hundreds, big b-blue hundreds Big blue hundreds on me Check this out, this a rack, this a stack Somebody made a rap bout Hatch, now he ain't back (pussy nigga wack) You ain't taking none from me, I ain't and I ain't running If you check my rapsheet, you'll see that I ain't stunting (pussy nigga!) Walking on yo' pussy ass ain't none, I ain't strapped for I.G. pussy boy I push buttons I been getting alotta cho-cho, balling on a plane Thanking niggas names when I'm shooting at the range All blues boy, a hundred 20 in my pane Get outta line, a hundred 20 on ya' whole gang (pussy nigga) It's no eraser when I got ya' whole name Cold cases, old friends, this a fucking cold game, shouldn't of play with it Got alotta big blue hundreds on me So I keep money and guns on me Got alotta big blue hundreds, so I keep money and guns on me Got alotta big blue hundreds, big b-blue hundreds Big blue hundreds on me Got alotta big blue hundreds, big b-blue hundreds Had alotta big blue hundreds on me, so called gangsta pulled a gun on me Blue hundreds on me, I got money and guns on me (Boosie)
Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Abby Urbina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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