100 Bands!!! Songtext
von Seth and Sam
100 Bands!!! Songtext
(Whoa, Kenny)
100 Bands in the trunk, going 90 down the strip
Drip and then I slaughter, too much water I might slip
Flexing on your son and daughter, father got no wit
Take the jewelry that I bought her, add it to the fit
100 Bands in the trunk, going 90 down the strip
Drip and then I slaughter, too much water I might slip
Flexing on your son and daughter, father got no wit
Take the jewelry that I bought her, add it to the fit
Yeah I told her got my fix, then I cut her off like fish lips
Hanging from the roof just like the diamonds from my wristlets
I wouldn′t risk it for your biscuit and you're never on my wishlist
Cleaner than a dish gets, I′ll pop out at your district
Bounce out, hit that street, hear that '40 kick back
Feeling like I'm Disney channel how I′m rocking mismatch
Gucci bag, Scooby snack, wait till I get my booty back
Different tag, jet like lag, I just want them fruity snacks
Thicky thick in the mirror looking at my booty, booty shots
Girl be trying to get at me but I ain′t got my cootie shots
Thinking I'm a soft boy for working at a smoothie shop
I don′t want the veggies being all up in my smoothie, stop
(You know I'm a real Florida jit shardy, just give a real one a chance)
100 Bands in the trunk, going 90 down the strip
Drip and then I slaughter, too much water I might slip
Flexing on your son and daughter, father got no wit
Take the jewelry that I bought her, add it to the fit
100 Bands in the trunk, going 90 down the strip
Drip and then I slaughter, too much water I might slip
Flexing on your son and daughter, father got no wit
Take the jewelry that I bought her, add it to the fit
Nine months between the verses, I been out here stealing purses
Write their eulogy in cursive, like my verses with no curses
Got no purpose when I′m swerving, when I'm drifting a suburban
Tires burning, spitting sentences like judges would be serving
We ain′t dropped no project since that EP
Y'all haters inauthentic like you got your tix at SeatGeek
Believe me, I'm knee deep in haters that can′t be me
But still pull a camera and a Sharpie for that CD
All my fans just hit that PO like it′s C3
They wanna date, I say you lucky if you meet me
They see my bank, I hit that lotto on a threepeat
I'm on your phone, on your computer and your TV (It′s Seth)
With your sister
I'm with your sister, playing twister,
Then I kissed her, then I went home and I missed her
(Yeh, yeh)
I pull up
Pull up hit em with the stick
I might
(Whoa, Kenny)
(Whoa, Kenny)
100 Bands in the trunk, going 90 down the strip
Drip and then I slaughter, too much water I might slip
Flexing on your son and daughter, father got no wit
Take the jewelry that I bought her, add it to the fit
100 Bands in the trunk, going 90 down the strip
Drip and then I slaughter, too much water I might slip
Flexing on your son and daughter, father got no wit
Take the jewelry that I bought her, add it to the fit
Yeah I told her got my fix, then I cut her off like fish lips
Hanging from the roof just like the diamonds from my wristlets
I wouldn′t risk it for your biscuit and you're never on my wishlist
Cleaner than a dish gets, I′ll pop out at your district
Bounce out, hit that street, hear that '40 kick back
Feeling like I'm Disney channel how I′m rocking mismatch
Gucci bag, Scooby snack, wait till I get my booty back
Different tag, jet like lag, I just want them fruity snacks
Thicky thick in the mirror looking at my booty, booty shots
Girl be trying to get at me but I ain′t got my cootie shots
Thinking I'm a soft boy for working at a smoothie shop
I don′t want the veggies being all up in my smoothie, stop
(You know I'm a real Florida jit shardy, just give a real one a chance)
100 Bands in the trunk, going 90 down the strip
Drip and then I slaughter, too much water I might slip
Flexing on your son and daughter, father got no wit
Take the jewelry that I bought her, add it to the fit
100 Bands in the trunk, going 90 down the strip
Drip and then I slaughter, too much water I might slip
Flexing on your son and daughter, father got no wit
Take the jewelry that I bought her, add it to the fit
Nine months between the verses, I been out here stealing purses
Write their eulogy in cursive, like my verses with no curses
Got no purpose when I′m swerving, when I'm drifting a suburban
Tires burning, spitting sentences like judges would be serving
We ain′t dropped no project since that EP
Y'all haters inauthentic like you got your tix at SeatGeek
Believe me, I'm knee deep in haters that can′t be me
But still pull a camera and a Sharpie for that CD
All my fans just hit that PO like it′s C3
They wanna date, I say you lucky if you meet me
They see my bank, I hit that lotto on a threepeat
I'm on your phone, on your computer and your TV (It′s Seth)
With your sister
I'm with your sister, playing twister,
Then I kissed her, then I went home and I missed her
(Yeh, yeh)
I pull up
Pull up hit em with the stick
I might
(Whoa, Kenny)
(Whoa, Kenny)
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