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letra de 100% (remix) - kid ink

[intro: kid ink]
(k-k-k-k-k-mac)
yeah
you know i gotta keep it 100, ooh
100, it’s kid ink (the alumni)

[verse 1: kid ink]
okay, i-i’m so fly, i feel like a swarm (go)
my time is money, ring the alarm (ooh)
flip it to the ceilin’, watch it do a somersault
n-gg-s say they run shit, i just see them runnin’ out
d-done it all, under the sun, ain’t nothin’ new (no)
coming through the westside, lookin’ for the w (yeah, woo)
still on that bullshit, i can’t even utter you (go)
money’s all i talk, got a pocket full of honeydew
that’ll make honey do a-anythin’ i wanna
take her by the head, stone cold stunner, uh
baby, rockin’ like the wire
high out my mind, i’m a frequent flier (go)
it’s cb and tha alumni
got them hoes standin’ at attention like a drumline
keep it 100, i would take all of you combined
kid ink but i do it big, plus size (ooh)

[chorus: kevin mccall & kid ink]
g-g-get it how i live it, come faster than i could spend it (spend it)
money to the ceilin’, b-tch, i’m in the buildin’ (ceilin’)
i’m a giant in the room full of midgets (tell ’em)
money talks so don’t say nothin’ unless you talkin’ business (woo)
100%, i go 100%, i go
100%, i go 100%, i go
100%, i go 100%, i go
100%, i go 100%, i go

[interlude: kevin mccall]
lemme count this money
one million, two million
put this up for my new car, save that for my baby momma
and all you b-ms can keep the change

[verse 2: kevin mccall]
beats i be servin’, saks fifth splurgin’
diamonds got so many cuts, call my jeweler the surgeon
ain’t n-body f-ckin’ with me, label me the virgin
i’m hot b-b-burnin’, like when you leave a perm in
everywhere i go these hoes be diggin’ in they purses for a sharpie
’cause they tryna get the autograph in cursive
little bit of c-ke mixed with a lot of bourbon
got your boy leanin’, sorry if my words slurrin’
swervin’ in that db9 on purpose
the roof disappear, call it magic like earvin johnson
g-get up off my johnson, no more ridin’ d-ck
shawty, this ain’t magic mountain
i’ve been k!llin’, k!llin’ every song that i been spittin’ on
and if i ain’t spittin’, bet it’s somethin’ that i written on
can’t even say it was a long road gettin’ on
only took a year and a half and now i’m shittin’ on ’em

[verse 3: chris brown]
yeah, i got them bulletproof ray bans so haters never in my head
money hungry good for me, yeah, i call it wheat bread
ladies say i’m long strokin’, yeah, that’s what she said
crib like a castle so i’m f-ckin’ on that king spread
hahaha, big ballin’, f-ck a loft
and money turn me on so i had to f-ck it off
skinny -ss n-gg-‘s pockets lookin’ so bulimic
and i never spill my drink, you can call me tempur-pedic
allergic to the haters, addicted to the money
you askin’ why i’m laughin’ ’cause all of you n-gg-s funny
and they call me action jackson ’cause every d-day i’m stuntin’
and i’m writin’ hit songs like it’s nothin’
so n-gg-, you buggin’, frontin’, what you think this is, hoe?
paparazzi tryna pop me everywhere that chris go
never been no sucker, no lame, mad n-gg-
and your flow is more watered down than a drain, -ss n-gg-

- kid ink

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