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letra de 100 or nun - kenny mason

[intro: kenny mason]
(coupe)
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
you don’t need nun
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

[verse 1: kenny mason]
i’m back in the 6 on 9 sh-t
ride with that pistol on my hip
starting to notice your vibe switched
starting to notice your side switched
soon as my bank account size did
my name ringing bells and you chimed in
i’m straight outta h-ll 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 and them thigh hips, eye lips
and way that her mind built
i might buy the buildin’ for just us
just to show you how diffеrent that i’m built
’cause back when a n-gga was f-ckеd up
you was by me when i couldn’t buy sh-t
[brigde: kenny mason]
i might ride with my brother to buy zips
i might ride with my brother to fye sh-t
i might ride with that cutter to slice sh-t
whole time you the one on my mind
on a side where they makin’ them pies flip
on a side every age above nine k!ll
on a side where i gotta keep my eyes peeled
you the number one prize in my eyes

[chorus: kenny mason]
h-ll yeah
it’s a hunnid or nun
give a f-ck what a f-ck n-gga say
she the one that i want
i got ninety-nine problems but
it’s a hunnid or nun
give a f-ck what a f-ck n-gga say
she the one that i want

[post-chorus: kennt mason]
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
you don’t need nun
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

[verse 2: tony shhnow]
i think this that one in my dreams
pour act on the scene and my jewelry go skits
if you think i’m conceited you should meet my b-tch
i enter with a two ’cause i don’t like to pick
i don’t care what you say, they both my b-tches
i might tell a joke, but i can’t tell a lie
my b-tch too conceited, she only know buy
it’s cold on the street, my dog sleep with that fye
if your 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 the one
i ain’t the jealous type, i let my b-tch f-ck my other b-tch
i hug the money, she cuddle my wrist
barehanded been beatin’ the block, i got cuts on my fists
we shoot with precision, she miss me, but no, i can’t miss
[chorus: kenny mason]
h-ll yeah
it’s a hunnid or nun
give a f-ck what a f-ck n-gga say
she the one that i want
i got ninety-nine problems but
it’s a hunnid or nun
give a f-ck what a f-ck n-gga say
she the one that i want

[post-chorus: kennt mason]
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
you don’t need nun
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

- kenny mason

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