Kenny Mason and Tony Shhnow - 100 or Nun

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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You don't need none
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

I'm back in the 6 on 9 shit
Ride with that pistol on my hip
Startin' to notice yo' vibe switched
Startin' to notice yo' side switched
Soon as my bank account size did
My name ringin' bells and you chimed in
I'm straight outta hell with that fire
She straight outta heaven, divine
I just fell in love with a bi chick
In love with the fact that she like chicks
In love with that ass and them thighs, hips, eyes, lips
And way that her mind built
I might buy the buildin' for just us
Just to show you how different that I'm built
'Cause back when a nigga was fucked up
You was by me when I couldn't buy shit

I might ride with my brother to buy zips
I might ride with my brother to fire shit
I might ride with that cutter to slice shit
Whole time you the one on my mind
On a side where they makin' them pies flip
On a side, every age above nine killed
On a side where I gotta keep my eyes peeled
You the number one prize in my eyes

Hell yeah, it's a hunnid or none
Give a fuck what a fuck-nigga say
She the one that I want
I got ninety-nine problems but it's a hunnid or none
Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say
She the one that I want

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You don't need none
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

I think this that one in my dreams
Pour Act' on the scene and my jewelry go skeets
If you think I'm conceited you should meet my bitch
I enter with two 'cause I don't like to pick
I'on't care what you say they both my bitches
I might tell a joke but I can't tell a lie
My bitch to conceited she only know buy
It's cold on the street, my dog sleep with that fye
If yo' eyes don't sit wide, then it's slim on this side
I'm plug motivation this Street 101
I talk to myself y'all ain't talkin' bout nothin'
I didn't get her number, I know she the one
I ain't the jealous type, I let my bitch fuck my other bitch
I hug the money, she cuddle my wrist
Barehanded been beatin' the block, I got cuts on my fists
We shoot with precision, she miss me, but no, I can't miss

Hell yeah, it's a hunnid or none
Give a fuck what a fuck-nigga say
She the one that I want
I got ninety-nine problems but it's a hunnid or none
Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say
She the one that I want

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You don't need none
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Written by:
Bishop Paul Burrell Sr., Carrington Wilson, Daryl Jackson, Delando Conner, Edward Maclin Cooper III, Edwin Green, Roger, Solomon Conner

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