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100 (f.t. fiend) - young roddy lyrics

[intro]
if that’s what you want man let’s go get it, man let’s bring it to this n*gga man. that’s what you want? f*ck it man, let’s go make it real for this n*gga, come on man. i’m out there dodgin’ bullets and all this sh*t man, you jokin’? some cr*p friends man…

and i always keep it 100, and i always keep it 100
life
and i always kept it 100, and i always kept it one…

[verse 1: young roddy]
maybe she’ll stop buggin’ on a n*gga if she knows what a n*gga done been through
every track drop bombs on a n*gga fool i’m just getting started, i ain’t lived through
another day another dolla my n*gga, hoes down only money on my mental
i’m just tryna live good my n*gga, tired of seeing cop lights in my rearview
hard lives on my my n*gga, probably why a n*gga tinted his windows
i’m a laid back n*gga who’ll rep kenner city one time for the n.o
trying to see how it feel to be rich, real talk cause i already been poor, so
time to count that cake, time to count that cake, let’s count them c*notes
and that street sh*t was gonna klill me, i’m trying to make some changes
been broke way too long, still trying to make some change
f*ck being a broke n*gga, i’m like mother f*ck being famous
i ain’t trippin’ off of no jacksons, i’m trying to stack them franklins
i loaded up my ink pen, then threw away my apr*n
i mapped out my blue print, been orchestrating my game plan
they can’t match my hustle cause most them n*ggas so basic
i stand tall for something, if it don’t make cash it don’t make sense

[hook: young roddy]
but i always kept it 100
and i always kept it 100
and i always kept it 100
and i always kept it 100
and i always kept it 100
and i always kept it 100
and i always kept it 100
and i always kept it 1
they said that street sh*t was gonna k!ll me
so i’m trying to make some changes
been broke way too long, still trying to make some change
and i always kept it 100
and i always kept it 100
and i always kept it 100
and i always kept it 1
[verse 2: fiend]
and i always keep it one dolla’
and [?], louisiana tax
drug deals in the ramadas, i was up in highschool seeing stacks
talked about it while being that, wrote about it when rolling up
when nino brown was seeing crack, and g*money was smoking up (womp womp)
pound for pound, i wasn’t a boxer
give her her high notes, wasn’t the opera
[?] medical marijuana, we was in them stolen [?]
eating pop*eye’s in church’s, speak no lies in my verses
clear glass in my benz though, 2 miles an hour on purpose
and i never told her i love her just so i could f*ck her
didn’t change the fact that a hustler still had to duck her
this track needs some 4 4’s, [?] with four doors
a gucci bucket, kush nugget, and a baddie bringin’ mo’ hoes
if i pulled the pistol i used it
it’s cnn if i lose it
my weed habit was so close to coke the way that i abused it
shout out to [?] my shooter, [?] my jeweller
one thing for sure about mister jones and young route the ruler

[hook]

- young roddy lyrics

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