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100 Bands Video (MV)




Performed By: Corey V Perry
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Corey Perry




Corey V Perry - 100 Bands Lyrics
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100 bands 100 bands 100 bands
Break in my crib
I aint treating you like brother man
Cometheziene spilled in the limousine
And I'm Smoking gas
And its flammable
Going by the z's
Bitches be feeling me from brooklyn to queens
Get around me
Ya only talking bout beans
You aint making moves boi
You just a fiend
I be going hard boi, repping the team
In the hood olympics man I be taking leaps
I be going hard boi repping the team
No drug addict but I be o.d.
Im a young nigga, but I be o.g,
And if it didn't come from him it came from me
Before I could walk, I was crawling in these streets
Drive real slow in the Lamborghini
Tell all the juugs and tells all the fiends
I got the trees, I got them beans
I got that work boi
I got the lean
Got all you need like a pharmacy
Pull up on you but don't make a scene
So much money you can hear the Che Ching
Money real tall, its sitting like yao ming
Riding around collecting these racks
Drive off slow in a brand new cadaliac
100 bands 100 bands 100 bands
Break in my crib
I aint treating you like brother man
Cometheziene spilled in the limousine
Smoking gas
And its flammable
Going by the z's
Bitches be feeling me from
Cali, Miami to d.c.
Pull up on the corner store
And I'll roll up the tree
I be going hard boi repping the team
I be going hard boi repping the team
Swinging through yo hood like spider man
Making them 100 bands 100 bands 100 bands yeah
Got more money than Solomon
Im bout to be getting these Harriett Tubmans yeah
100 bands 100 bands 100 bands yeah
Running around high like a ceiling fan yeah
Got that drip like the weather man yeah
100 bands 100 bands 100 bands yeah
Got sum homies that set up the stove
Getting to this bread man collecting these loafs
Hanging in the hood with no rope
Like love letters
Collecting them notes
Taste like curry man
I be the goat
Im pills berry boy rolling in the dough
Never drop the ball man treat it like soap
Got the game on lock, I line up the scope
100 bands 100 bands 100 bands
Break in my crib
I aint treating you like brother man
Cometheziene spilled in the limousine
Smoking gas
And its flammable
Going by the z's
Bitches be feeling me from
Orlando to the keys.
I be going hard boy repping the team
100 bands 100 bands 100 bands yeah
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English

100 bands 100 bands 100 bands
Break in my crib
I aint treating you like brother man
Cometheziene spilled in the limousine
And I'm Smoking gas
And its flammable
Going by the z's
Bitches be feeling me from brooklyn to queens
Get around me
Ya only talking bout beans
You aint making moves boi
You just a fiend
I be going hard boi, repping the team
In the hood olympics man I be taking leaps
I be going hard boi repping the team
No drug addict but I be o.d.
Im a young nigga, but I be o.g,
And if it didn't come from him it came from me
Before I could walk, I was crawling in these streets
Drive real slow in the Lamborghini
Tell all the juugs and tells all the fiends
I got the trees, I got them beans
I got that work boi
I got the lean
Got all you need like a pharmacy
Pull up on you but don't make a scene
So much money you can hear the Che Ching
Money real tall, its sitting like yao ming
Riding around collecting these racks
Drive off slow in a brand new cadaliac
100 bands 100 bands 100 bands
Break in my crib
I aint treating you like brother man
Cometheziene spilled in the limousine
Smoking gas
And its flammable
Going by the z's
Bitches be feeling me from
Cali, Miami to d.c.
Pull up on the corner store
And I'll roll up the tree
I be going hard boi repping the team
I be going hard boi repping the team
Swinging through yo hood like spider man
Making them 100 bands 100 bands 100 bands yeah
Got more money than Solomon
Im bout to be getting these Harriett Tubmans yeah
100 bands 100 bands 100 bands yeah
Running around high like a ceiling fan yeah
Got that drip like the weather man yeah
100 bands 100 bands 100 bands yeah
Got sum homies that set up the stove
Getting to this bread man collecting these loafs
Hanging in the hood with no rope
Like love letters
Collecting them notes
Taste like curry man
I be the goat
Im pills berry boy rolling in the dough
Never drop the ball man treat it like soap
Got the game on lock, I line up the scope
100 bands 100 bands 100 bands
Break in my crib
I aint treating you like brother man
Cometheziene spilled in the limousine
Smoking gas
And its flammable
Going by the z's
Bitches be feeling me from
Orlando to the keys.
I be going hard boy repping the team
100 bands 100 bands 100 bands yeah
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Writer: Corey Perry
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