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hold a 100 - inky lyrics

intro: inky & coogiilo
say
ya
tell that label to keep that lil 100
trappin’ choose me, i wasn’t
we already making 100’s
f*ck you talking bout
island bay

lg grim

yeah
brick

[chorus: inky]
trapping choose me
i wasn’t in to that
how you gangsta but you running to internet
i beat the block tell my young n*ggas finish that
draco hold 50, ar a 100
you 10 deep spin yo block with a 100
tell the label they can keep their lil 100
i been running it up with my mf brothers
if i say choppa b*tch it hold a 100
you can’t stand next to me boy you a runner
all my n*ggas they carry a gun
run up on who boy i’m upping my gun
i don’t cap in my raps i ain’t going for non
ever since i was young i was playing with guns
i was born in jamaica, i was raised in the slums
now i’m designer down, counting 100s for fun
run up on who i stay with my gun
[verse 1: inky]
i know real k!llers from sm
big backwoods don’t smoke blend
i was young when i made my first 10
all my n*ggas on the block tryna get it
kilo pulled up told me let’s get it
been had thе oozi and that b*tch semi
don’t give me no dap f*ck n*gga i ain’t friеndly
i’m from where they from so you know you going get it
ar hold 100 and it double titties
these n*ggas be acting they ain’t really with it
these n*ggas be clout chasing like some b*tches
i grind on the low and mind my f*cking business
i’m never on internet when it’s beef
these n*ggas be different when they in the streets
they ain’t doing half the sh*t
that they tweet
shoutout coogi frontline
when its beef

[chorus: inky]
trapping choose me
i wasn’t in to that
how you gangsta but you running to internet
i beat the block tell my young n*ggas finish that
draco hold 50, ar a 100
you 10 deep spin yo block with a 100
tell the label they can keep their lil 100
i been running it up with my mf brothers
if i say choppa b*tch it hold a 100
you can’t stand next to me boy you a runner
all my n*ggas they carry a gun
run up on who boy i’m upping my gun
i don’t cap in my raps i ain’t going for non
ever since i was young i was playing with guns
i was born in jamaica, i was raised in the slums
now i’m designer down, counting 100s for fun
run up on who i stay with my gun
[verse 2: coogiilo]
he can’t even talk he ain’t one of us
n*ggas really mad a n*gga going up
i be in da kia one deep with the bl!ck riding round down town playing double up
i just went up like a airplane
these 2 tone cartier frames
young n*gga straight up outta saint james
kinda never had sh*t trynna maintain
nah i ain’t even rich but i got a brick on my wrist
could blow a bag on yo b*tch
she matching my drip
hop out with that with that thing on my hip
keep a pole with the most in the d*ck
that hoe a trip
i can’t even fly that hoe out if she thinking bout being a b*tch
ink keep a stick
that boy is not one of them he gon rob you 4 most of your sh*t b*tch

- inky lyrics

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