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Pete Rock

Wild 100s

 

Wild 100s

(album: Don't Smoke Rock - 2016)


[Smoke DZA:]
Smoked out sessions
Uh
Right
Level up on these niggas
Kush God bitch
It's only right
Uh

All I wanna do is get money and fuck bitches
Young nigga shit, right? In that order
Hop on a joint with me, its manslaughter
Listening to myself on Pandora
Run down with choppers not camcorders
Whoa now, pressure is cooking, got the low down
And word 'round town, you singing, should've been with Motown
I blow down pounds with ease, smoke like I breathe
Kush God is my lowlife ID
You got the right one, smoking and joking, fucking light one
I might burn these 64 grams before the night come
What up B, wintertime furs or chinchillas
Getting all this chicken, I'm immune to salmonella
Spare pipe, her man acting up, she need a fill up
Come through shorty, don't worry, I pay the babysitter
Hop skip and a jump, fuck her right out of her pumps
Then I'm dipping when I finish this blunt, you got the right one

Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s
I spit riddles and get wild 100's
All I wanna do is fuck bitches and get money
Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s
I spit riddles and get wild 100's
All I wanna do is fuck bitches and get money

Mafioso flow, butter soft leathers, let's fuck up some cheddar
Get money endeavors, whatevers whatever uh
Cuttling up like super shredder
I'm super clever, test my with dog, you could never
Try to find me, find Waldo, shit how y'all all go
God, God bless this God flow, I'm tapped in
They call it the trap (why?), it's the life dog, we trapped in
The goal is to get out, get money make it happen, uh
The lost son of Mary Magdalene
The flow so wavy, I'm water rafting
This that step in the bank
Gimme the money pinned on the napkin
I'm 'bout that action, living life in All-Madden
New era, last emcee, Toronto finally passed entry
Weed charges, all DATs uh, Canadians think I'm awesome
Steady flossing everywhere like Tim Hortons
Got the right one

Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s
I spit riddles and get wild 100's
All I wanna do is fuck bitches and get money
Dead in the middle of the Wild 100s
I spit riddles and get wild 100's
All I wanna do is fuck bitches and get money

[Outro:]
DZA DZA
DZA uh
DZ-DZ-DZA uh
DZA uh
DZA uh
DZA uh
DZA uh

done

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