paroles de chanson 100 100 - Smoke Hash

I got the bone gang swinny
Sipping the drink till its empty
Blow my account till its empty
I hit the trap I'm exempt fee
Lay in a field full of hemp tree
Blowing a ounce till its empty
Ice cream cake with cookies
Nigga you smoke like a rookie
Sipping on limited release
Bad yellow bitch on me
I wanna put her on her knees
She ride the dick with ease
Fat yellow booty I squeeze
She blowing me like a breeze
I be a tease ain't give her the treat
I be in her head she open her legs
I be in her heart
Like I'm some lead
Shots fired y'all heard what I said
I was a kid when I had the dreads
Bitch I'm dripping like cracking a egg
Niggas tripping nigga I'm getting paid
I got the band's mardi grass parade
Your bitch wanna fuck yeah she slay
I just lay up with my babe
Blowing cookies from the bay
I just rolled up two eighths
One blunt to the face
I get faded every day
I stay lit blunt and spliff
I be rolling up the gift
I might gift you a zip
I turned my hustle to a flip

I got the bone gang swinny
Bone gang bone gang swinny
Bitches on the phone got plenty
Stashing the pack got plenty
Blow my account till its empty
I love my bitch to infinity
I love my bitch to infinity
No I don't fuck with the enemy
I make a friend out your enemy
All love no enemies
All real no gimmicky
Fake with the fraud you finicky
All real no gimmicky
Fake with the fraud you finicky
One hundred one hundred one hundred
One hundred one hundred one hundred
We keep it one hundred

Fake with the fraud you finicky
I put a heist on the industry
All of the real ones are feeling me
I think your girl she wanna chill me
I hit the gas and I kill a beat
Rolling with hash and some good tree
Loud out the window they looking
I think it smell like some cookies
Weaving the rhyme like a spindle
I'm playing with instrumentals
I keep it one hundred forever
I need the treasure the cheddar
Go in her mouth like a dental
Crashing the whip like a rental
I'm crazy I know it I'm mental
Bitch I go hard like some metal
I'm winning bitch I get medals
I touch the floor and the pedal
She hear the flow she like hello
Bounce on the booty like jello
She wanna nigga that's yellow
I fan the fire I'm bellows
She pretty she beautiful bella
I could do it accapela
Own it like I'm rocker feller
I smoke out pound till I'm mellow
I put the stones on the bezel
Two baddies and I'm in the middle
I just be loving the melodies
I just be smoking on hell of weed
That bitch is thick like a chi seed
Make lots of moves like a centipede

I got the bone gang swinny
Bone gang bone gang swinny
Bitches on the phone got plenty
Stashing the pack got plenty
Blow my account till its empty
I love my bitch to infinity
I love my bitch to infinity
No I don't fuck with the enemy
I make a friend out your enemy
All love no enemies
All real no gimmicky
Fake with the fraud you finicky
All real no gimmicky
Fake with the fraud you finicky
One hundred one hundred one hundred
One hundred one hundred one hundred
We keep it one hundred