It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees
But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze
Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,
Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants
Hundred proof get found in a youth nigga
To liberate yourselves, africa
The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills
She likes the way it hits her lips
Sb nike's, with the grey box
Got like a hundred cars
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,
You’re on neon lights in my bank
Just made like a hundred grand
Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit
My rap battle win percentage is at a hundred
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