Correction Paroles 100 Shooters par Future

Featuring(s) : Meek Mill & Doe Boy

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[Future]
Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up
Yeah, The Wizrd, woo

Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
f*ck the bitch, broke her heart, she think we still dating
Three choppers sitting in the car, we play it real safe
Fifty million dollars in cash, that's a cold case
Spent so much cash in Chanel, they wanna see ID
Bust down on an Oochie Wally, I'm so sincere
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside

[Meek Mill]
Yeah, uh
Fifty mil' buried in my safe, that's a graveyard
f*cked the bitch, seen her with her man, I had to play it off
Dreamchasers, we just like a label, we got A&Rs
Famous ho, she threw me that p*ssy, I'ma slay her raw, yeah
You are now welcome to the Player's Ball (You're welcome)
Whole lot of money, lot of rich shit, yeah (Woah, woah)
Hundred shooters, I can get your clique hit (Woah, woah)
Get my dick sucked in a Lambo while I stick shift
Big shit, baby, it's the big fish
All these VVS's in my necklace and my wrist lit
I could wipe my ass with these hundred, I'm the shit, bitch
Shot up in her DM like James Harden, it went swish, swish
I'm sippin'...

[Future]
I've been gettin' richer and richer
Damn near piss on bitches
I've been thinking real vindictive
Kill the opps, f*ck they sisters
f*ckin' Catholic, send my Christians
Semi-automatic, I got vision
Diamond cuts and they princess, nigga
No rap cap, gave away Bentleys, niggaGot a car for a watch, got a watch for a house
Semi-automatic Glock, get your block washed out
Bad bitch tried to rape me, tried to pull my cock out
I got murder money, so this shit can get hostile

[Doe Boy]
Knowles Ave, dare your clique come slide
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside (Brrr), yeah
All my bitches treat me just like God
I told her jump, bitch ask, "How high?" (Oh, really?), yeah
Opps said that I'ma die, I ain't dead
One in the head, put it right in your head, bitch (Grr, bah, bah)
Give a f*ck about the feds, I ain't scared (No)
I ain't puttin' down my gun, I ain't Craig (Boom, boom, boom), yeah
Dissin' on the 'Gram, then I'm slidin' in his DM
Only time Doe Beezy play around is with your BM, uh
Got a hundred shooters parked outside
And they gon' kill you when you walk outside (Oh, really?)

[Future]
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside

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