100 Shots
Young Dolph
Fm
(início)
G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm Yeah, G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm it's Dolph G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm Hey, bring me some Backwoods up outta there, homie and a cup of ice G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm And some rubber bands up outta there too, homie, yeah G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm It's 3 PM, 80 degrees outside G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm I'm in somethin' that go real fast, sittin' outside the cornerstore G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm Six figure client, got no business in this area
Verse 1
G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm If it ain't one thing, it's a motherfuckin' 'nother (goddamn) G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm We trapped together than that's my motherfuckin' brother (that's my dog) G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don't love her (hey, what you need, lil' mama?) G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm She just play her part when it's time to smuggle (ayy, you ready?) G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber (skrrt) G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers (for real though) G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm Nobu in Malibu was my last supper (we eatin' good) G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm I fucked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker (haha, yeah) G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm Everybody screamin' gang gang gang (gang) G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm Them folks come and get you, you gon' tell on the whole gang (gang) G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm She said can she fuck me with my diamond chains? G# G# Gm Gm If I ain't in the bank, then I'm on the plane (yeah, hey) Cm Cm G# G# Gm Gm 'Bout to go get some money or go spend some money (yeah) Cm Cm G# G# Gm Gm They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me (Franklins) Cm Cm G# G# Gm Gm They don't want you to live, they don't want you to ball Cm Cm G# G# Gm Gm Them pussies smile in your face, yeah, then they pray for you to fall, hey Cm Cm Young nigga stay focused (yeah) G# G# Gm Gm But I really want to crash (damn) Cm Cm Think about where you at (okay) G# G# Gm Gm Then think about your past (alright) Cm C Yeah, I really came from shit (yeah) G# G# Gm Gm But I won't change for shit (nah) Cm Cm My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways (yeah) G# G# Gm Gm My wrist say I been getting paid (yeah)
Chorus
G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm A hundred shots, a hundred shots G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops (skrrt) G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm My role model used to get a hundred blocks (hey) G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob (yeah)
Verse 2
G# G# Gm Gm She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars (blow, blow) Cm Cm G# G# Gm Gm Cm I got so high last night I did a show on Mars (woo) Cm G# G# Gm Gm Cm Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars (Xanax) Cm G# G# Gm Gm Cm My pinky ring extra large (yeah) Cm Cm Foreigns all in the garage G# G# Gm Gm Remember my first menage (yeah) Cm Cm Yeah, Tori and Brittany (yup) G# G# Gm Gm I'm shoppin' for diamonds at Tiffany's (Tiffany's) Cm Cm No, I don't got no sympathy (nah) G# G# Gm Gm She blew my whistle like a referee (wet) Cm Cm Broke black nigga, remember me? (Hey) G# G# Gm Gm Until I found out that recipe (yeah, woo) Cm Cm Started getting about ten a week (yeah) G# G# Gm Gm Finger on the trigger when I sleep (yup) Cm Cm Yeah, nigga, I rather you than me (yeah) G# G# Gm Gm Backseat, smokin' good weed (gelato)
Chorus
Cm Cm G# G# Gm Gm A hundred shots, a hundred shots Cm G# G# Gm Gm How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
Verse 3
G# G# Gm Gm You not welcome at my trap if you don't shop (ayy, get out, bro) Cm Cm G# G# Gm Gm Cm Before you come through that back door you better knock (ayy, get the door) Cm G# G# Gm Gm Cm They been waitin' on this gangster shit to drop (bulletproof) Cm G# G# Gm Gm Cm Even them fuck niggas that wish I could be stopped (hey, hey) Cm G# G# Gm Gm Cm How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million? (Hahaha) Cm G# G# Gm Gm Cm Self made millionaire, oh what a feelin' (yeah, yeah) G# G# Gm Gm My niggas came from dealin' (ayy) Cm Cm Fuck nigga get out your feelings (ayy) G# G# Gm Gm Your bitch gave me sexual healin' (woo) Cm Guess who just walked in the buildin'? (It's Dolph) Cm Cm Came out with six bitches (wet) G# G# Gm Gm My uncle said that's pimpin' Cm Cm My diamonds always hittin' (uh) G# G# Gm Gm G# G# Gm Gm You lookin' for your bitch, she with me nigga, she ain't missin' (nah) Cm Cm G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm I told you fuck nigga stay out my way, but you didn't listen (stupid ass niggas, yeah) G# G# Gm Gm Cm Cm Big rocks, in my watch (hey, hey, in my watch) G# G# Gm Gm Cm And we put extensions in all of the Glocks (haha)
Chorus
Cm Cm G# G# Gm Gm A hundred shots, a hundred shots Cm G# G# Gm Gm How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots? Cm Cm G# G# Gm Gm Yeah, it's Dolph Cm G# G# Gm Gm How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
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