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young bull & ralfy the plug - seen a 100 كلمات أغنية

[intro: ]
(gentle beatz)

[chorus: young bull]
you ain’t never seen a hundred
all my n_ggas gettin’ money
yeah, we steady thumbin’ through it
we be bouncin’ out them coupes
i’m so poured off this four, probably why i’m actin’ rude
i might hit you with this chop, i won’t hesitate to shoot
gettin’ money every day, these n_ggas pocket watching, fool
if a b_tch wanna hang, she gotta pay me in abundance
i need the big loaf, told her hit the ground runnin’

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
hand over a loaf, i need the money in abundance
he caught a head tap, he got slumped doin’ the running man
we know your typе, you ain’t never seen a hundred bands
walkеd in this b_tch with the pack like i’m stunnaman
i don’t even try no more, i just stunt on n_ggas
you think you f_ckin’ with me? i can beg to differ
we take jewels, you’d think i came with hitler
lucky cat around my neck, i named him “mr. whiskers”
you ain’t a boss, you lucky you hang with smithers
gotta pay to play over here, i ain’t got no game to give you
can’t learn how to be a joint, it’s just in you
everything ain’t what it seem, you don’t know how what i’ve been through, the plug
[chorus: young bull]
you ain’t never seen a hundred
all my n_ggas gettin’ money
yeah, we steady thumbin’ through it
we be bouncin’ out them coupes
i’m so poured off this four, probably why i’m actin’ rude
i might hit you with this chop, i won’t hesitate to shoot
gettin’ money every day, these n_ggas pocket watching, fool
if a b_tch wanna hang, she gotta pay me in abundance
i need the big loaf, told her hit the ground runnin’

[verse 2: 03 greedo]
shake all these racks with these tax inside a rubber band
ain’t even got no car, i got no jawn that’s worth a hundred bands
i just spent my savings with someone i feel can’t understand me
made a stepper out my traps, they didn’t serve a d_mn to run in that
i spent a quarter of my bucks, quarter of my dollar
thuggin’ was so [?] every time i touched a punchline
b_tch, they call me greedy, kept a chopper every lunchtime
i had plans and bags of cereal every time it’s crunchtime
‘member yellow tickets on the campus duckin’ one time
i had plaza bags of flavor, you can hit me for the punchline
bullet on my gun, shooters goin’ down it
i got goals that keep it mafia, i’m coolin’ with my tommy
i got too much in my tummy, wrapped in paper like a mummy
evaporate when it get sunny, i’m a motherf_ckin’ zombie, ayy
hood for my lil’ migo, finna tighten that b_tch under it
don’t give a f_ck for my lil’ peoples, so i’m ridin’ with my drone today
[chorus: young bull]
you ain’t never seen a hundred
all my n_ggas gettin’ money
yeah, we steady thumbin’ through it
we be bouncin’ out them coupes
i’m so poured off this four, probably why i’m actin’ rude

- young bull ralfy the plug

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