Correction Lyrics Keep It 100 by Curly J

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Pull up on hoes smell like Dolce Gabbana
She want my money the Gucci the Prada
Yea he go hard but I think I go harder
Whole team is wet and we dripping like water
Yea I got charm keep me far from your daughter
If I meet ya hoe then ya hoe might get slaughtered
Ashley, Brittany, Haley, Sarah, Katie
I f*cked them all in that order

Running I'm running I'm running
Give me the hundreds
If they ain't blue I don't want it
Haters just mad how I'm coming
Mad that I done it
I got em sick to they stomach
I count my hoes by the dozen
Shawty been mad
Lately I'm pushing her buttons
I've just been hot like a oven
Now you a fan
Why can't you keep it a hundred

Running I'm running I'm running
Hundreds I'm thumbing I'm thumbing I'm thumbing
Dunking like Drummond like Drummond like Drummond
I came from nothing to something to something
For me they gunning and gunning and gunning
Don't got no bandz no he bumming he bumming
Even if she bad she gotta pay me 300 hundred
She better split on the dick if she want it

I do not care about all your reactions
Everyone tell me they mad at my actions
f*ck all the hate I'm just focused on rapping
Diamonds and pearls you might call it bragging
Came up from nothing that's why I be snapping
This is my world pop out like what's happening

I need to show them I'm one of the greatest
No need to debate it
I need to stack paper until they all hate it
And now she wanna tell them remember we dated
Just so she get clout and to hope she get famous
More money more problems but you couldn't take it
I'm calling the bank cause I f*cked up the statements

Remember I started was down in the basement
And now I'm most wanted a killer like Jason
I passed all the haters and now they all chasing
When it come to Curly J ain't no replacing

Pull up on hoes smell like Dolce Gabbana
She want my money the Gucci the Prada
Yea he go hard but I think I go harder
Whole team is wet and we dripping like water
Yea I got charm keep me far from your daughter
If I meet ya hoe then ya hoe might get slaughtered
Ashley, Brittany, Haley, Sarah, Katie
I f*cked them all in that order

Running I'm running I'm running
Give me the hundreds
If they ain't blue I don't want it
Haters just mad how i'm coming
Mad that I done it
I got em sick to they stomach
I count my hoes by the dozen
Shawty been mad
Lately I'm pushing her buttons
I've just been hot like a oven
Now you a fan
Why can't you keep it a hundred

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