Video young dolph 100 shots lyrics

YeahIt′s DolphAyy, bring me some Backwoods up outta there, homie, and a cup of iceAnd some rubber bands up outta there too, homieYeah, it’s 3:00 p.m., 80 degrees outsideI′m in somethin’ that go real fast, sittin’ outside the corner storeSix-figure car ain′t got no business in this areaIf it ain′t one thing, it’s a motherf- ′nother (god-damn)We trapped together, then that’s my motherf- brother (that′s my dawg)I pay her bills and buy her designer, but I don’t love her (ayy, what you need, lil′ mama?)She just play her part when it’s time to smuggle (ayy, you ready?)I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber (skrrt)I got a sweet tooth, but I stay away from suckers (for real though)Nobu in Malibu was my last supper (we eatin’ good)I f- her in rush-hour traffic, Chris Tucker (hah, yeah)Everybody screamin′, “Gang, gang, gang” (gang)Them folks come and get you, you gon′ tell on the whole gang (gang)She said can she fu- me with my diamond chain?If I ain’t in the bank, then I′m on the plane (hey)’Bout to go get some money, or go spend some money (yeah)They stopped me in the airport, had too many Benjis on me (Franklins)They don′t want you to live, huh, they don’t want you to ball, huhThem – smile in yo′ face, yeah, then they pray for you to fall, heyYoung – stay focused (yeah), but I really wanna crash (damn)Think about where you at (okay), then think about yo’ past (you right)Yeah, I really came from sh- (yeah), but I won’t change for sh- (nah)My – say I′m stuck in my ways (yeah), my wrist say I been gettin′ paid (yeah)A 100 shots (100 shots), a 100 shots (a 100 shots)Me and my – pull up in a hunnid drops (skrrt)My role model used to get a hunnid blocks (hey, hey)Street – in a tuxedo, we the mob (yeah)She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars (blaow-blaow)I got so high last night, I did a show on Mars (woo)Yo’ – ate my -, I caught her on them bars (bars)My pinky ring extra large (yeah)Foreigns all in the garage (whoa), remember my first ménage (yeah)Yeah, Tori and Brittany (yup), I′m shoppin’ for diamonds at Tiffany′s (Tiffany’s)Nah, I don′t got no sympathy (nah), she blew my whistle like a referee (wet)Broke black -, remember me? (Hey) until I found out that recipe (yeah, woo)Started gettin’ ’bout ten a week (ten), finger on the trigger when I sleep (yup)Yeah, -, I rather you than me (yup), backseat, smokin′ good we- (gelato)A 100 shots (a 100 shots), a 100 shots (a 100 shots)How the f- you miss a whole hunnid shots?You not welcome at my trap if you don′t shop (ayy, get out, bro)Before you come through that back door, you better knock (ayy, get the door)They been waitin’ on this gangsta – to drop (bulletproof)Even ′em – – that wish I could be stopped (hey, hey)How many – you sucked to get that couple million? (Ha-ha-ha)Self-made millionaire, oh, what a feelin’ (yeah, yeah)My – came from dealin′ (ayy), – -, get out yo’ feelings (ayy)Yo′ – gave me sexual healin’ (woo)Guess who just walked in the buildin’? (It′s Dolph), came out with six – (what?)My uncle said that′s pimpin’ (church), my diamonds always hittin′ (uh)You lookin’ for yo′ -, she with me, -, she ain’t missin′ (nah)I told you, stay-stay-stay out my way, but you didn’t listen (stupid- -)Big rocks (hey-hey), in my watch (in my watch), and we put extensions in all of the – (haha)A 100 shots (100 shots), a 100 shots (a 100 shots)How the f- you miss a whole hunnid shots?Yeah, it’s DolphHow the f- you miss a whole hunnid shots?Hey, hey

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