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50 20's x 100 Video (MV)




Performed By: Luh Q
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Quentin Reeves
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Luh Q - 50 20's x 100 Lyrics
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Go, go
Luh Q
These niggas ain't f*cking with me, hoe
I just put it like that
Burn it up, Kashmir Rice
Fa-fa-fazo, you did this
Hehehe
I bet he won't
Bet he won't see it coming
Tryna hop out, wanna squeeze that button
I'm on a phone, but I can't say nothing
Bitch ain't loyal, I know that she f*cking
Only a Glock and money, I'm trusting
I'm on a run, no Harriet Tubman
I'm on a run right now, I love it
Get so high, might die say f*ck
Say he gon' kill me, I think he bluffing
Hollow tips, knock off his stuffing
Look at my cup, it's green, but muddy
Bad bitch, she just wanna f*ck me
I don't want crash out don't touch me
Dodge a bullet, I got lucky
I just want see 50, 20s
Times that shit, like, buy a 100
Come here, bae, lil' ma, stop running
Niggas spies be under cover
Crashout bout' that shit, he love her
Almost had a smack his brother
Outside cold, I got a puffer
They can't copy, be another
Know I got it out the muscle
Always knew I'd get in trouble
Pass that shit, I'll never fumble
My life been a royal rumble
Bitch, I'm cocky, I ain't humble
Take her soul, then watch her crumble
Luh Q drop, they get excited
Bad bitch said she f*ckin' like it
Over her dick, these hoes was fightin
I got senses like I'm Spidey
She got tooth gem and her shit shiny
F*ck 12, they just got behind me
She stay mad, I know she tiny
She can't even say the issue
I just miss your voice, I miss you
Don't cry tears, don't need a tissue
Can't you tell I'm f*ckin' different
Makin' moves, I'm independent
Cut em off, don't talk to children
Drew the play, ain't trust, ain't listen
I don't want your main, want spam
Run that shit like Peter Pan
I'm so high, but I can't even land
Threw the assist, you know the bitch got slammed
Two horns up like I paid for the Rams
Thought it was sweet, got his dumbass scammed
Said she Bi, she rainbow crayon
Talkin' crazy, what you sayin
Probably first car, be a lamb
I get rich, f*ck Uncle Sam
Probably every chance I get, I go back home to the land
You should see who we be talkin' to
Niggas don't understand
I'ma get big, no bitch, I ain't playin
Told bro the plan, he said that's real
I ain't just looking but play, gotta kill it
Young nigga coolin' I take don't steal
I already said that I'd do it for real
I'ma start a problem, my cup get spilled
Mansion' parties in the hill
Talkin' lil' like Uncle Phil
I bet he won't
Bet he won't see it coming
Tryna hop out, wanna squeeze that button
I'm on a phone, but I can't say nothing
Bitch ain't loyal, I know that she f*cking
Only a Glock and money, I'm trusting
I'm on a run, no Harriet Tubman
I'm on a run right now, I love it
Get so high, might die say f*ck
Say he gon' kill me, I think he bluffing
Hollow tips, knock off his stuffing
Look at my cup, it's green, but muddy
Bad bitch, she just wanna f*ck me
I don't want crash out don't touch me
Dodge a bullet, I got lucky
I just want see 50, 20s
Times that shit, like, buy a 100
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English

Go, go
Luh Q
These niggas ain't f*cking with me, hoe
I just put it like that
Burn it up, Kashmir Rice
Fa-fa-fazo, you did this
Hehehe
I bet he won't
Bet he won't see it coming
Tryna hop out, wanna squeeze that button
I'm on a phone, but I can't say nothing
Bitch ain't loyal, I know that she f*cking
Only a Glock and money, I'm trusting
I'm on a run, no Harriet Tubman
I'm on a run right now, I love it
Get so high, might die say f*ck
Say he gon' kill me, I think he bluffing
Hollow tips, knock off his stuffing
Look at my cup, it's green, but muddy
Bad bitch, she just wanna f*ck me
I don't want crash out don't touch me
Dodge a bullet, I got lucky
I just want see 50, 20s
Times that shit, like, buy a 100
Come here, bae, lil' ma, stop running
Niggas spies be under cover
Crashout bout' that shit, he love her
Almost had a smack his brother
Outside cold, I got a puffer
They can't copy, be another
Know I got it out the muscle
Always knew I'd get in trouble
Pass that shit, I'll never fumble
My life been a royal rumble
Bitch, I'm cocky, I ain't humble
Take her soul, then watch her crumble
Luh Q drop, they get excited
Bad bitch said she f*ckin' like it
Over her dick, these hoes was fightin
I got senses like I'm Spidey
She got tooth gem and her shit shiny
F*ck 12, they just got behind me
She stay mad, I know she tiny
She can't even say the issue
I just miss your voice, I miss you
Don't cry tears, don't need a tissue
Can't you tell I'm f*ckin' different
Makin' moves, I'm independent
Cut em off, don't talk to children
Drew the play, ain't trust, ain't listen
I don't want your main, want spam
Run that shit like Peter Pan
I'm so high, but I can't even land
Threw the assist, you know the bitch got slammed
Two horns up like I paid for the Rams
Thought it was sweet, got his dumbass scammed
Said she Bi, she rainbow crayon
Talkin' crazy, what you sayin
Probably first car, be a lamb
I get rich, f*ck Uncle Sam
Probably every chance I get, I go back home to the land
You should see who we be talkin' to
Niggas don't understand
I'ma get big, no bitch, I ain't playin
Told bro the plan, he said that's real
I ain't just looking but play, gotta kill it
Young nigga coolin' I take don't steal
I already said that I'd do it for real
I'ma start a problem, my cup get spilled
Mansion' parties in the hill
Talkin' lil' like Uncle Phil
I bet he won't
Bet he won't see it coming
Tryna hop out, wanna squeeze that button
I'm on a phone, but I can't say nothing
Bitch ain't loyal, I know that she f*cking
Only a Glock and money, I'm trusting
I'm on a run, no Harriet Tubman
I'm on a run right now, I love it
Get so high, might die say f*ck
Say he gon' kill me, I think he bluffing
Hollow tips, knock off his stuffing
Look at my cup, it's green, but muddy
Bad bitch, she just wanna f*ck me
I don't want crash out don't touch me
Dodge a bullet, I got lucky
I just want see 50, 20s
Times that shit, like, buy a 100
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Writer: Quentin Reeves
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