Future - 100 Shooters (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Future - 100 Shooters (en) Lyrics
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Perrier-Jouët, no tap water,
this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart,
she think we still dating
Three choppers sitting in the
car, we play it real safe
Fifty million dollars in cash,
that's a cold case
Spent so much cash in Chanel,
they wanna see ID
Bust down on her, Oochie
Wally, I’m so sincere
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Yeah, uh
Fifty mil’ buried in my safe,
that's a graveyard
Fucked the bitch, seen her with
her man, I had to play it off
Dreamchasers, we just like
a label, we got A&Rs
Famous ho, she threw me that pussy,
I'ma slay her raw, yeah
You are now welcome to the Player's
Ball (You're welcome)
Whole lot of money, lot of rich
shit, yeah (Woah, woah)
Hundred shooters, I can get your
clique hit (Woah, woah)
Get my dick sucked in a Lambo
while I stick shift
Big shit, baby, it's the big fish
All these VVS's in my necklace
and my wrist lit
I could wipe my ass with these
hundred, I'm the shit, bitch
Shot up in her DM like James Harden,
it went swish, swish
I’m sippin’...
I've been gettin’ richer and richer
Damn near piss on bitches
I've been thinking real vindictive
Kill the opps, fuck they sisters
Fuckin' Catholic, send my Christians
Semi-automatic, I got vision
Diamond cuts and they princess, nigga
No rap cap, gave away Bentleys, nigga
Got a car for a watch, got
a watch for a house
Semi-automatic Glock, get
your block washed out
Bad bitch tried to rape me,
tried to pull my cock out
I got murder money, so this
shit can get hostile
Bust down on her, Oochie
Wally, I'm so sincere
Knowles Ave, dare your
clique come slide
Got a hundred shooters sittin'
outside (Brrr), yeah
All my bitches treat me just like God
I told her jump, bitch ask, "How
high?" (Oh, really?), yeah
Opps said that I'ma die, I ain't dead
One in the head, put it right in your
head, bitch (Grr, bah, bah)
Give a fuck about the feds,
I ain't scared (No)
I ain't puttin' down my gun, I ain't
Craig (Boom, boom, boom), yeah
Dissin' on the 'Gram, then
I'm slidin' in his DM
Only time Doe Beezy play around
is with your BM, uh
Got a hundred shooters parked outside
And they gon' kill you when you
walk outside (Oh, really?)
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