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letra de 100 proof - tray davis

(intro)
d-mn, it’s been to much going on
ain’t no way i can do all this sober
aye yo! aye pour me up with hunnid real quick
preciate it
yea…yea!
aye, aye

(hook)
i be on a hunnid-proof straight
i be in the field like i’m bobby boucher
ima drop the bomb on these b-tches hussein
find me in the front like that n-gga usain
i know ya try and clone my style you can’t
pitchin melodies even though i can’t sing
i don’t want the kitty-cat i just want the brain
i don’t want the kitty-cat i just want the brain, yea

(verse 1)
gstar tech don’t jam
blow a whole stack on a bunch of rubber-bands
took a big risk got it on the first try
if i had a second chance i’d do it all again
i go in the mall issa f-cking stampede
everybody wanna put their hands on me
i cannot be touched operating out of range
had to look back just to see how far we came, aye

(hook)
i be on a hunnid-proof straight
i be in the field like i’m bobby boucher
ima drop the bomb on these b-tches hussein
find me in the front like that n-gga usain
i know ya try and clone my style you can’t
pitch a melody even though i can’t sing
i don’t want the kitty-cat i just want the brain
i don’t want the kitty-cat i just want the brain, yea

(verse 2)
my team run with the stick like track boy
and you don’t run sh-t like a fat boy
don’t n0body really know where we’re from so
ima put us all on the map
my homie dante he got locked away
moved with the snow like he had a sleigh
stood over the stove, whippin like a slave
promised him one thing
promised i won’t change
b-tches be watching, all in my kool-aid
we give them a bukkake instead of a bouquet
i know i’m so c-cky, using my third leg
whippin a ducati, stolen, no plates
married to the game bought her a diamond ring
i used to really care, boy how the times have changed
on the same planet but we are not the same
i tell her trayforme and never lose ya faith

(hook)x2
i be on a hunnid-proof straight
i be in the field like i’m bobby boucher
ima drop the bomb on these b-tches hussein
find me in the front like that n-gga usain
i know ya try and clone my style you can’t
pitchin melodies even though i can’t sing
i don’t want the kitty-cat i just want the brain
i don’t want the kitty-cat i just want the brain, yea

(verse 3)
gstar tech don’t jam
blow a whole stack on a bunch of rubber-bands
took a big risk got it on the first try
if i had a second chance i’d do it all again
i go in the mall issa f-cking stampede
everybody wanna put their hands on me
i cannot be touched operating out of range
had to look back just to see how far we came, aye

- tray davis

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