paroles de chanson 100 M's - Soulja Boy

Where you at, nigga?
Yuh, yuh
You know what goin' on, nigga
You know we in the trap, nigga
Aye, aye
I got no racks on me while I'm recording
She pull up and eat me and yeah that bitch gorgeous
I'm in the trap and I'm making a fortune
Slide to the traphouse, I'm in a foreign

I'm on the highway
I'm switchin' the lanes
Standin' on business
Ain't playin' no games
Niggas be square
Know that they lame
Niggas be broke
That is a shame

Ran up them racks
I cannot complain
I had to pick up the racks
And then jump on a plane
I cannot tell on my man
It is just me and my gang
I'm knee deep in the dope game

Kick the door all out the doorframe
White Lamborghini look just like cocaine
Cut it up, eat it up
Trap out the pack
Stick to the code
Flippin' that pack
Huh, yeah
Trap out the seal

I cut that cash and I catch an appeal
Niggas be cap in they rap
I am big Draco
I do it for real
I trap out the back back in Beverly Hills
Lamborghini with the WAKAKAC seal
Huh, a young nigga go on a drill
Touch a truck with the foreign wheels

Niggas be talkin'
It is what it is
I'mma rock down for that kill
Test the dope
Nigga, tell me how you feel
(Unintelligible) all in my ear
Girls fall in love when I appear
Skrrt off on 12
See them in my rear

Knock a opp down (unintelligible)
I'mma make 100 M's this year
I'm in the traphouse sittin' back
Watchin' the camera security
Nigga, and tuckin' my jewelry
Niggas get shot in they temple like Shirley
6AM, nigga, I'm trappin' early
Eyes red off exotic gas
Look out the Cartier, my vision got blurry

I'm in the trap with exotic bags
I'm pushin, the trap like it's Fatal Fury
Lamborghini, this the 25 edition
Take off on niggas like Fast and the Furious
Niggas you cannot be serious
Niggas Georgia like curious