100 or Nun (feat. Tony Shhnow)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You don't need nun
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I'm back in the six on nine shit
Ride with that pistol on my hip
Starting to notice your vibe switched
Started to notice 'yo side switched
Soon as my bank account size did
My name ringing bells and you chimed in
I'm straight outta hell with that FYE
She straight 'outta heaven divine
I just fell in love with a bi chick
In love with the fact that she like chicks
In love with that ass 'n them thighs hips, eye, lips
And way that her mind built
I might buy the building 'fa just us
Just to show you how different that I'm built
'Cause back when a nigga was fucked up you
You were by me when I couldn't buy shit
I might ride with my brudda to buy zips
I might ride with my brudda to FYE shit
I might ride with that cutter to slice shit
Whole time you the one on my mind
On a side where they makin' 'em pies flip
On a side every age above nine kill
On a side where I gotta keep my eyes peeled
You the number one prize in my eyes
Hell, yeah
It's a 100 or nun
Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say
She the one that I want
I got 99 problems but
It's 100 or nun
Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say
She the one that I want
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You don't need nun
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I think this that one in my dreams
Po act on the scene and my jewelry go skits
If you think I'm concieted you shouldn't meet my bitch
I enter with two 'cause I don't like to pick
I don't care what you say they both my bitches
I might tell a joke but I can't tell a lie
My bitch to conceited she only know buy
It's cold on the street my dog sleep with that FYE
If 'yo eyes don't sit wide then it's slim in this side
I'm plug motivation this street 101
I talk to myself y'all ain't talking 'bout nun
I didn't get her number I know she 'da one
I ain't the jealous type I let my bitch fuck my other bitch
I hug the money she cuddle my wrist
Barehanded been beating the block I got cuts on my fist
We shoot with precision she miss me but no I can't miss
Hell, yeah
It's a 100 or nun
Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say
She the one that I want
I got 99 problems but
It's a 100 or nun
Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say
She the one that I want
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You don't need nun
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You don't need nun
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I'm back in the six on nine shit
Ride with that pistol on my hip
Starting to notice your vibe switched
Started to notice 'yo side switched
Soon as my bank account size did
My name ringing bells and you chimed in
I'm straight outta hell with that FYE
She straight 'outta heaven divine
I just fell in love with a bi chick
In love with the fact that she like chicks
In love with that ass 'n them thighs hips, eye, lips
And way that her mind built
I might buy the building 'fa just us
Just to show you how different that I'm built
'Cause back when a nigga was fucked up you
You were by me when I couldn't buy shit
I might ride with my brudda to buy zips
I might ride with my brudda to FYE shit
I might ride with that cutter to slice shit
Whole time you the one on my mind
On a side where they makin' 'em pies flip
On a side every age above nine kill
On a side where I gotta keep my eyes peeled
You the number one prize in my eyes
Hell, yeah
It's a 100 or nun
Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say
She the one that I want
I got 99 problems but
It's 100 or nun
Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say
She the one that I want
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You don't need nun
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I think this that one in my dreams
Po act on the scene and my jewelry go skits
If you think I'm concieted you shouldn't meet my bitch
I enter with two 'cause I don't like to pick
I don't care what you say they both my bitches
I might tell a joke but I can't tell a lie
My bitch to conceited she only know buy
It's cold on the street my dog sleep with that FYE
If 'yo eyes don't sit wide then it's slim in this side
I'm plug motivation this street 101
I talk to myself y'all ain't talking 'bout nun
I didn't get her number I know she 'da one
I ain't the jealous type I let my bitch fuck my other bitch
I hug the money she cuddle my wrist
Barehanded been beating the block I got cuts on my fist
We shoot with precision she miss me but no I can't miss
Hell, yeah
It's a 100 or nun
Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say
She the one that I want
I got 99 problems but
It's a 100 or nun
Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say
She the one that I want
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You don't need nun
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Credits
Writer(s): Roger Troutman, Solomon Conner, Delando Conner, Daryl Jackson, Bishop Paul Burrell Sr., Edwin Green, Carrington Wilson, Edward Maclin Cooper Iii
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