100% ft. P@xx Lyrics

A Hundred percent

I'm going a hundred percent

I go a hundred percent

Like Frieza a hundred percent

Uh yeah

A Hundred percent

I'm shooting a hundred percent

Yeah you know I don't miss

Two hoes I Both got em' bent

A hundred percent, bad and Average, I don't miss, ayy

Out of the park when I hit, no Disrespect when I call you my

No disrespect when I call you my Bitch

A hundred percent, not ninety-nine

A hundred percent from free throw line

I made a freak hoe mine all in that Freak hoe mind, ayy

I flew out to Turkey and got my Teeth done

Fucked up from the back of that Hoe on the run

I fucked up her stomach, she Needed some Tums

That bitch a bandit, bandit, she Tryna come to my heart

I'm sorry, lil' baby cause girl I'm in love with the art

Uh, Yeah, she know I'm the truth, Truth

She know I'm the kid, Yeah

She want to have kid, yeah

Want me to ice out her wrist, Wrist, yeah

You know what it is, I'm deep in it All in her rib, yeah

I'm all in her rib but this ain't Famous Dave's, let's go

All of these hoes wanna hang, Hang

I made a baddie behave

Yeah

Shawty was hotter than flames, Yeah

Get it backin' when I get off stage, Stage

Get it crackin' when I'm in the Wraith, yeah

Stay solid and I never change, Change

Put that on Granddaddy Grave, Yeah

None of these hoes gettin' saved, Yeah

I gotta get to the money, the bag And the bitches, they gravitate to Me, uh

I had to leave some people in the Past, I swear them people wasn't For me, nah

I'm workin', my pockets is Growin', skin is glowin', the hoes, They be goin

They do the plottin' on my demise, So I keep it on me whenever I'm Touring, uh

We pull up with the Mac 11s, ready To send them to heaven, whoa

Devin Book, cause my shooter Named Kevin, whoa

I pull up in cool gray 11s, whoa

Pull up in concord 11s, 11s

I got the breads too, she got the Breads too

I finna go make a move, a move

Whoa, ayy, yeah

I stand on my money, I feel like Wenemenyana

I don't even know that nigga name

I get front end, the backend, my Name in them lights and these Women be screamin' my name

Bought her a berk, got the cash Like a clerk

They tryin' to copy, but it ain't the Same, nah

A hundred percent

Aye

I'm going a hundred percent

Fasho

I go a hundred percent

You know

Like Frieza a hundred percent

Uh huh

Yeah

100 percent

Let go

I'm going a hundred percent

Woah

Yeah you know I don't miss

Uh

Two hoes I Both got em' bent

They bent, they bent

Yah

Hundred percent

Uh

A hundred percent

Oh

A hundred percent

Shooting a hundred percent

I gave it a hundred percent

Put in a hundred percent

Two hoes both got em bent

Yah

Hundred percent

Going a hundred percent

I going a hundred percent

Like Frieza a hundred percent

Uh yeah

Hundred percent

I'm going a hundred percent

Yeah you know I don't miss

Two hoes I Both got em' bent