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Correct Blue Hundreds Lyrics
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Correct Blue Hundreds
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[Intro: Dave East] Uh Blue hundreds [Verse 1: Dave East] I'm from a rock and a hard place I took the cops on a car chase Pull out the drop with the soft top Belaire bottles or it's all Ace I got the money to prove it Your bitch in love with my music All my young niggas is stupid We be in Fendi or Gucci Blue hundreds I don't give a fuck about who saying who run it Piss bad, get a new stomach Cookie pack, I'm too blunted We don't play with that Save it all, that's the way to stack Niggas claiming they king If they got the crown, Steve Harvey gave 'em that Shop when I get there, I hate to pack I met V on Four Deuce, Lenox Ave No Santa, I'm in my bag Old hammer get a nigga tagged No manners, I get bitches mad On 10th Street, gotta watch your body Henny shots me and Stupid stoop Pulled up in a new coupe Two bitches with me like a new group Henny straight since way back If you know me, I don't do juice Shawty put the seat way back She could see stars, it's a moon roof Got your friend, I got my man We can play ball, that's a two on two Done shit that you won't do You could have mines, nigga we don't choose Blue hundreds, they comparing me to Jason You could hear them sounds nigga, they like who coming? Niggas talking all that tough shit When it crack off hear their shoes running Ambulance and the news coming Ask me we ain't do nothing Jumped out like a rockstar These niggas sweeter than a poptart Rolling dope where the cops parked That ain't real Chanel, that's a knockoff I be locked into Biggie nigga Paying attention to how Pac talk Drop a nigga like hot sauce New handgun that's an and-one We get low when the van come Talking blocks, I done ran some Gortex and my Vans son I got too much pride I can't run [Verse 2: Vado] Hermes bubble, gotta fasten it Goyard duffle with a half in it Game of the Thrones, I done mastered it Leather black gloves, ski masking it Four five long when I'm blasting it Snatch a newborn out a bassinet Y'all don't wanna see how this bastard gets I'ma keep shooting 'til the basket hits 'Bout to show y'all what a classic is 'Fore we show y'all what a casket is Don't play with me, I'm hazardous Go against the God, y'all blasphemous Slime and East, y'all mad at this Don't get mad at me 'cause you average Once I get a nut then I'm passing it Yeah we both fucked stop asking it I don't do Macy's I'm Sak's-ing it Alexander McQueen's, Air Maxing it Got a stash box, fit the MAC's in it We the new shottas, I'm Max in it West side to the East side B side to the C side We ain't let a fucking thing slide 'Til them things slide and them things fire I'm on the road, me and G.Y We like Hov and T.Y Biggie and Dough since knee high Got a lotta hoes, you can see why Need I say more, what you know about hunger games? Paid for four but a dozen came Take a loss, give you stomach pains Go to war, put a buck and change On your fucking head, that's a fucking range Dapper Dan, I'm custom made Stay on them, pills been up for days Like Pac throwing up the Treys Mink for a limp when I tuck the gauge Only piff when I puff the haze Talk slick, what the fuck you say? Vado
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