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Bangladesh - 100 lyrics
[Hook]
 100, 100, 100, 100 (x8)
 You know I keep it (x4)
 [Pusha T]
 My life is but a dream pullin' cars up
 Told you motherfuckers keys open doors up
 Never excited when I'm seen with something gorgeous
 But highway miles on these bitches like a tour bus
 Daddy Warbucks, without a born trust
 Diamonds all on this black gold like an oil rush
 The highest quality, the chains are all flush
 Known Jacobs since the nineties so he spoils us
 Stock spoilers, no kits on 'em
 Why Panamera, nine-eleve shits on 'em
 Chuck the deuce as I Tokyo drift on 'em
 The top drops like there's Bangladesh heat on 'em
 [Hook]
 100, 100, 100, 100, you never keep it (x4)
 [Jadakiss]
 Yo, get yourself a hundred years tryin' to be the boss
 Stand next to the chandeliers, you could see the shards
 Ain't no diamonds in the watch, but you see the cross
 When you spoon feed them that dope they need it more
 All night, sweet sails
 Four pipes, V twelves
 Yeah, you know what them grams do
 Bad bitch with me that the industry ain't ran through
 Na, I ain't stop hustling yet, but I plan to
 Own a bunch of vehicles and a bunch of land too
 Yeah and I love it when the rush come
 Ain't no secret that I keep it ninety-nine plus one
 [Hook x2]
 100, 100, 100, 100, you know I keep itBangladesh - 100 - http://motolyrics.com/bangladesh/100-lyrics.html
 100, 100, 100, 100, you never keep it
 [Mr. Bangladesh]
 Y'all niggas fifty-fifty I keep it a hundred
 I spit the truth in interviews, I keep it one hundred
 I'm the shit, smell the fumes, my nigga we plungin'
 And the 808s on a leash, they say it's a monster
 Got my own label, fucked around and signed myself
 Had a plan and stuck to it, you fuckboys is stuck boy
 Bangladesh new shit ropin' like a cowboy
 On my Tony Romo shit, you niggas just some towel boys
 Tell the whole world to suck my cockiness
 My checks eight figures like a octopus
 Three hundred thou for the watch and rocky shit
 These other niggas fakin' and I ain't afraid to say I keep it
[Hook x2]
 [2 Chainz]
 A hundred miles and running, nigga with an attitude
 Bitch I'm so fly, you should check the altitude
 I'm ballin', ballin' like an alley-oop
 My girl heel so high she need a parachute
 Get 'em, I got 'em let me at 'em
 My condo on Jupiter, my neighbors on Saturn
 Murcielago, flow with some eye candy
 I go to trial Monday, I been takin' panties
 Hundred degrees in the mic booth
 I'm from where you put golds on the white tooth
 And when you walk in and she might look
 Might get took, might get fucked
 A bunch of bitches in the skip line
 I'm known to get mine ten out of ten times
 I paid a hundred thousand for the old school
 Known to keep it one hundred on the Pro Tools
[Hook x2]










