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Yeah,
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G# G#    Gm Gm    Cm Cm
it's Dolph
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Hey, bring me some Backwoods up outta there, homie and a cup of ice
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And some rubber bands up outta there too, homie, yeah
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It's 3 PM, 80 degrees outside
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I'm in somethin' that go real fast, sittin' outside the cornerstore
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Six figure client, got no business in this area

[Verse 1]
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If it ain't one thing, it's a motherfuckin' 'nother (goddamn)
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We trapped together than that's my motherfuckin' brother (that's my dog)
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I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don't love her (hey, what you need, lil' mama?)
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She just play her part when it's time to smuggle (ayy, you ready?)
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I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber (skrrt)
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I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers (for real though)
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Nobu in Malibu was my last supper (we eatin' good)
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I fucked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker (haha, yeah)
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Everybody screamin' gang gang gang (gang)
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Them folks come and get you, you gon' tell on the whole gang (gang)
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She said can she fuck me with my diamond chains?
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If I ain't in the bank, then I'm on the plane (yeah, hey)
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'Bout to go get some money or go spend some money (yeah)
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They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me (Franklins)
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They don't want you to live, they don't want you to ball
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Them pussies smile in your face, yeah, then they pray for you to fall, hey
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Young nigga stay focused (yeah)
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But I really want to crash (damn)
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Think about where you at (okay)
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Then think about your past (alright)
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Yeah, I really came from shit (yeah)
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But I won't change for shit (nah)
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My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways (yeah)
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My wrist say I been getting paid (yeah)

[Chorus]
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A hundred shots, a hundred shots
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Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops (skrrt)
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My role model used to get a hundred blocks (hey)
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Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob (yeah)

[Verse 2]
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She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars (blow, blow)
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I got so high last night I did a show on Mars (woo)
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Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars (Xanax)
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My pinky ring extra large (yeah)
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Foreigns all in the garage
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Remember my first menage (yeah)
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Yeah, Tori and Brittany (yup)
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I'm shoppin' for diamonds at Tiffany's (Tiffany's)
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No, I don't got no sympathy (nah)
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She blew my whistle like a referee (wet)
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Broke black nigga, remember me? (Hey)
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Until I found out that recipe (yeah, woo)
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Started getting about ten a week (yeah)
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Finger on the trigger when I sleep (yup)
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Yeah, nigga, I rather you than me (yeah)
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Backseat, smokin' good weed (gelato)

[Chorus]
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A hundred shots, a hundred shots
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How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?

[Verse 3]
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You not welcome at my trap if you don't shop (ayy, get out, bro)
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Before you come through that back door you better knock (ayy, get the door)
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They been waitin' on this gangster shit to drop (bulletproof)
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Even them fuck niggas that wish I could be stopped (hey, hey)
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How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million? (Hahaha)
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Self made millionaire, oh what a feelin' (yeah, yeah)
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My niggas came from dealin' (ayy)
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Fuck nigga get out your feelings (ayy)
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Your bitch gave me sexual healin' (woo)
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Guess who just walked in the buildin'? (It's Dolph)
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Came out with six bitches (wet)
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My uncle said that's pimpin'
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My diamonds always hittin' (uh)
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You lookin' for your bitch, she with me nigga, she ain't missin' (nah)
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I told you fuck nigga stay out my way, but you didn't listen (stupid ass niggas, yeah)
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Big rocks, in my watch (hey, hey, in my watch)
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And we put extensions in all of the Glocks (haha)

[Chorus]
Cm Cm               G# G#      Gm Gm
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
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How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
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Yeah, it's Dolph
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How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?