Hundred more chicks wanna get sleazy
Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see
Got like a hundred cars
When bret hart meet brett farve
I got a hundred fuckin problems but i only need an answer to one,
And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million
They gave a one eight hundred number to her mother, who showed her
You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer
Ha my mojo back
Two hundred and a year a.d
Look it something they can't ever see
Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,
The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills
Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips
Set precedents for giving a hundred percent/
In life she the wife who was right in that deep end
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