It's the 126
Yo muzzle, this your heat
Bitch you know me, always with the homies
I be sippin' on the 40, I ain't never about my lonely
'Cause, bitch I keep it on me
Middle finger up to my opponents
And I got if any nigga really want it
Bitch I got motion, lean that be my potion
I nut up on your bitch and rub
It on her like some lotion
Bitch I'm really chosen, my neck gone frozen
Come get your bitch cause she on my line
Hoein
Nigga try testin
Sent his ass to heaven
Did a mission with a ski mask and a jacket
That say heaven, saturday the drill
Pray to God I gotta heal on a Sunday
Say I gotta go to church, see the reverend
Two pole stepping, steppin' in Balencis
I can't be caught lackin', think I'm lucky
Triple seven, I be gettin' fetty
Why you smokin' fetty
She said she like me cause I'm a go-getter
I'm a real trap boy, tote the glock with no holster
You said yo bitch untouchable i had that bitch bent over
She know it's money over here
She love it ridin' in a Rover
It get hot up in the winter
Put that boy in the toaster
All I want is Benjamins, blue strips
Nun older inna 99 Chevy
Goin' 99 over
I got 99 problems, but I got 99 blowers
If a nigga get to trippin
Knock his head right off his shoulders
Ughh
Thot hoes, I don't like those
Broke bum, bitch ass niggas, yeah I fight those
Nigga Twitter typin' on the net, that's a typo
We keep glock and shots, pussy niggas tryna talk raw
Bitch, I'm high up onna a beat like this is my song
Smoke a pussy nigga like a Lil' Bong
Surfin' on my own wave, they can't hop on
This in the bar, but we sendin' all the shots out
Seen the bitch, boy up in person
He like Usain, I'm too sick with it
I'm like Jordan in the flu game
Cock that bitch back 30 shots
I'm like, dude, dang, this ain't the life I wanted
But sometimes you gotta do things
Ayy, I pray to God and I keep me on the rosary
You can't play me, I'm a big dog, ain't no ho with me
Thuggin' with a .26, and a 43
And we got chops on deck you can come and see
Thuggin' with my homie Bandzz, makin' money plans
If you try to smoke me, bitch, there ain't no chance
I'ma make it to the top, cause I know I can
Bitch, I'm outside with the gang, thuggin' with a blam
Bitch, I'm outside with the gang, carryin' 40 sticks
I'm out here slangin' while you bangin', hit me for the bricks
Hit the plugg and for the re up, I'ma hit a lick
I dont spend money onna girl, homie, f*ck a bitch
F*ck a bitch, matter fact homie, f*ck you
Outside with them chops, this ain't kung fu
Big blicks in this bitch that we tuck food
Get me money every day, it's what I do
Deadd bandzz - 99 blowers (feat. Brewmgee) Lyrics
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English
It's the 126
Yo muzzle, this your heat
Bitch you know me, always with the homies
I be sippin' on the 40, I ain't never about my lonely
'Cause, bitch I keep it on me
Middle finger up to my opponents
And I got if any nigga really want it
Bitch I got motion, lean that be my potion
I nut up on your bitch and rub
It on her like some lotion
Bitch I'm really chosen, my neck gone frozen
Come get your bitch cause she on my line
Hoein
Nigga try testin
Sent his ass to heaven
Did a mission with a ski mask and a jacket
That say heaven, saturday the drill
Pray to God I gotta heal on a Sunday
Say I gotta go to church, see the reverend
Two pole stepping, steppin' in Balencis
I can't be caught lackin', think I'm lucky
Triple seven, I be gettin' fetty
Why you smokin' fetty
She said she like me cause I'm a go-getter
I'm a real trap boy, tote the glock with no holster
You said yo bitch untouchable i had that bitch bent over
She know it's money over here
She love it ridin' in a Rover
It get hot up in the winter
Put that boy in the toaster
All I want is Benjamins, blue strips
Nun older inna 99 Chevy
Goin' 99 over
I got 99 problems, but I got 99 blowers
If a nigga get to trippin
Knock his head right off his shoulders
Ughh
Thot hoes, I don't like those
Broke bum, bitch ass niggas, yeah I fight those
Nigga Twitter typin' on the net, that's a typo
We keep glock and shots, pussy niggas tryna talk raw
Bitch, I'm high up onna a beat like this is my song
Smoke a pussy nigga like a Lil' Bong
Surfin' on my own wave, they can't hop on
This in the bar, but we sendin' all the shots out
Seen the bitch, boy up in person
He like Usain, I'm too sick with it
I'm like Jordan in the flu game
Cock that bitch back 30 shots
I'm like, dude, dang, this ain't the life I wanted
But sometimes you gotta do things
Ayy, I pray to God and I keep me on the rosary
You can't play me, I'm a big dog, ain't no ho with me
Thuggin' with a .26, and a 43
And we got chops on deck you can come and see
Thuggin' with my homie Bandzz, makin' money plans
If you try to smoke me, bitch, there ain't no chance
I'ma make it to the top, cause I know I can
Bitch, I'm outside with the gang, thuggin' with a blam
Bitch, I'm outside with the gang, carryin' 40 sticks
I'm out here slangin' while you bangin', hit me for the bricks
Hit the plugg and for the re up, I'ma hit a lick
I dont spend money onna girl, homie, f*ck a bitch
F*ck a bitch, matter fact homie, f*ck you
Outside with them chops, this ain't kung fu
Big blicks in this bitch that we tuck food
Get me money every day, it's what I do
Yo muzzle, this your heat
Bitch you know me, always with the homies
I be sippin' on the 40, I ain't never about my lonely
'Cause, bitch I keep it on me
Middle finger up to my opponents
And I got if any nigga really want it
Bitch I got motion, lean that be my potion
I nut up on your bitch and rub
It on her like some lotion
Bitch I'm really chosen, my neck gone frozen
Come get your bitch cause she on my line
Hoein
Nigga try testin
Sent his ass to heaven
Did a mission with a ski mask and a jacket
That say heaven, saturday the drill
Pray to God I gotta heal on a Sunday
Say I gotta go to church, see the reverend
Two pole stepping, steppin' in Balencis
I can't be caught lackin', think I'm lucky
Triple seven, I be gettin' fetty
Why you smokin' fetty
She said she like me cause I'm a go-getter
I'm a real trap boy, tote the glock with no holster
You said yo bitch untouchable i had that bitch bent over
She know it's money over here
She love it ridin' in a Rover
It get hot up in the winter
Put that boy in the toaster
All I want is Benjamins, blue strips
Nun older inna 99 Chevy
Goin' 99 over
I got 99 problems, but I got 99 blowers
If a nigga get to trippin
Knock his head right off his shoulders
Ughh
Thot hoes, I don't like those
Broke bum, bitch ass niggas, yeah I fight those
Nigga Twitter typin' on the net, that's a typo
We keep glock and shots, pussy niggas tryna talk raw
Bitch, I'm high up onna a beat like this is my song
Smoke a pussy nigga like a Lil' Bong
Surfin' on my own wave, they can't hop on
This in the bar, but we sendin' all the shots out
Seen the bitch, boy up in person
He like Usain, I'm too sick with it
I'm like Jordan in the flu game
Cock that bitch back 30 shots
I'm like, dude, dang, this ain't the life I wanted
But sometimes you gotta do things
Ayy, I pray to God and I keep me on the rosary
You can't play me, I'm a big dog, ain't no ho with me
Thuggin' with a .26, and a 43
And we got chops on deck you can come and see
Thuggin' with my homie Bandzz, makin' money plans
If you try to smoke me, bitch, there ain't no chance
I'ma make it to the top, cause I know I can
Bitch, I'm outside with the gang, thuggin' with a blam
Bitch, I'm outside with the gang, carryin' 40 sticks
I'm out here slangin' while you bangin', hit me for the bricks
Hit the plugg and for the re up, I'ma hit a lick
I dont spend money onna girl, homie, f*ck a bitch
F*ck a bitch, matter fact homie, f*ck you
Outside with them chops, this ain't kung fu
Big blicks in this bitch that we tuck food
Get me money every day, it's what I do
Writer: Mario Aguilera
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid