New Boyz - Active Kingz

New Boyz Active Kingz Lyrics Ft. Tyga @ catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com

New Boyz Active Kingz Lyrics

[Ben J:]
You want to get Active (echoes )
I don't really care Lil Mama what's the deal
You got a nice body, I'm hungry now baby tell me how you feel.

Because if you ain't there we can do foreplay
Girl let's kick it like soccer like Jorge
And have fun in this house, call it horseplay
She like a nigga with some cake like a birthday
Not a scrawny little nigga doing four days
But don't get me wrong, I'm skinny with a dope shape
This girl tell me skinny niggas got the bigger dicks
Cause I pulled out mine and I was big as shit
I never speak high league on you little kids
And when I say little, I'm talking big kids
Ya bitch let you talk shit you wear lipstick
Your girl call me ice cream because the big stick
You wonder why I got a nickname and you didn't
She said she you barley even hit it, I give her the ?
You live for this chick, you feel for this chick
But when I come around, in her crib, I go in, in this chick

[Chorus:]
You want to get active, or want to get chill
Don't really care Lil mama what's the deal
You got a nice body, you looking like a meal
I'm hungry, now baby tell me how you feel?
Tryna run from me, then she brought it back to me [4x]
Okayy
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[Tyga's Verse:]
Ahhh !
Champagne bitch , active
Put'cha flog in the coupe, money in the mattress
Can't fuck my shit, cause you crazy like my last bitch
Might let you get a taste, go on tell your girlfriend
So icky wet, really really she a fan
I really want to put her on, but it's no hands
Overnight celebrity off the slow jam, bad to the bone , bone baby you want it
So Spanish, eat it if its Spanish, no bandanna , bang my hammer
Girls getting gooey & the Gucci all wow
[?] in the Louie fuck you in your all gown
Owww, Ayeee pass on to Ben J
In the rose red mirror, she a devil with a waist
Last King Pharaoh , MuhFucka in the game
These niggas aint thermal throw it up in your face, Ayee

[Chorus:]
You want to get active, or want to get chill
I don't really care Lil mama what's the deal
You got a nice body, you looking like a meal
I'm hungry, now baby tell me how you feel?
Tryna run from me, then she brought it back to me [4x]
Okayy

[Legacy's Verse:]
Woah she got to watch it if she skeet on me
I got that enervated dickk cause she sleep on me
I close the curtains she go nuts, no common sense
She going German on the blowjobs like erkk and shit , Ughhh!
If you gotta go, we can do it in your car, She said my pipe is meaner than a [?]
Of course I'm wearin latex but first I made her taste it
I went down and did the same shit, make the kitty go like trey pens
My mouth be getting all weirdo on it, click rick tongue
lick it Tommy, I'm a pharaoh on the head "Well Done"
Get it I made rain bitch, now get a hold of something
She said her name is Paris, and this that Dirty Money!
Please don't be without a sleeve, Cause you might get burned like Cleveland 23
Rule blind with a cider eye, Blind Side basterd
YM, 100, West Side, Active

[Chorus:]
You want to get active, or want to get chill
I don't really care Lil mama what's the deal
You got a nice body, you looking like a meal
I'm hungry, now baby tell me how you feel?
Tryna run from me, then she brought it back to me [4x]
Okayy

New Boyz - Crush On You

New Boyz - Crush On You Lyrics Feat YG @ catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com

New Boyz - Crush On You Lyrics

[New Boyz:]
Look, I went over pick-up lines in front of mirrors all the time?
Cause I st-st-studdard every time I tried
If it's only when it's fit for you I bet that I'm a guy
You my heart, if you leave me then I bet that I'm a die
See wiz said I had to get you from your man
And biz told me that you said he's just a friend
Roug due herteys? cheese looking hobo
His checks keep bouncing
That's b's & a pogo
Why don't you say no to rumo you either date me or juno you want a lame is for pluno
I wanna make a new move for your benifit
It is in thou hard to pit my sex outta this world she call me marshion pit
I don't mean to diss yo man but I like you your shit has been wet
... ten I'm just trynna get a chance she won't even give me that I swear, you know that
Think I came off wrong, here I'll start over

Like wassup, I don't really mean to be rude but last time I seen you with 2,
I heard ya'll broke up bummer
I mean if it's cool like we can go and chill this song was straight drop

Gotta crush on you crush on you
Gotta crush on you crush on you
Gotta crush on you crush on you
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[YG:]
Shit what you waiting for check yes or check no
Uh, it started out I had a party at my house
Drink and every body, and couple girls on the couch
Look at them they burned out they got they skirts all up
Another chick talkin bout she got a blunt rolled up
And so I did the done got it
Cause I'm bouta make it happen and she had another friend
So I'm bouta got it crackin
Smoke a blunt outside no lighter bustin' matches
And I only hit the blunt cause I knew she was givin action
You can't passion that bro plus she was blonde
And she got some nice hips they get it from momma
Hit the sex room then we gotta change up the drama
This girl gone wild I think I'm loving her persona
She like to wear prada louie v. & cabana
Street clothes over longerai on the bottom
I can't stop staring adrenaline rum
But I had to suck it up and tell this cutie wassup

Like wassup, I don't really mean to be rude but last time I seen you with 2,
I heard ya'll broke up bummer
I mean if it's cool like we can go and chill this song was straight drop

Gotta crush on you crush on you
Gotta crush on you crush on you
Gotta crush on you crush on you

What's your name where you goin baby
Can I come let you empty out my bank account
It's official forreal you know you wanna hang like wet clothes
She whispered in my ear like let's go
We can hop in the beamer or lexus
I'm trynna bust & I ain't talkin bout the metro
I'm nasty yup I don't give a fuck
It's a target on your pussy bet I hit it up
Cann't stop won't stop like the young bounds
I got some thing me and you can do for fun fun
So what's the deal, is you with the business?
She can't tahe the dick she won't let a nigga finish
She back it up, back it up and take a pose
She doin' shit that make me wanna take her home
I'm like get it get it get it get it get it girl
I smack her on the ass and tell her to get it some more

Like wassup, I don't really mean to be rude but last time I seen you with 2,
I heard ya'll broke up bummer
I mean if it's cool like we can go and chill this song was straight drop

Gotta crush on you crush on you
Gotta crush on you crush on you
Gotta crush on you crush on you

New Boyz - Tough Kids

New Boyz Tough Kids Lyrics Feat Sabi @ catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com

New Boyz Tough Kids Lyrics

Born to make it alone from the skids
Don’t take it for more than it is
Cuz we’re tough kids
We are tough kids
You already know, you already know,
Come on
You already know, you already know,
Come on
You already know, you already know,
Come on
You already know, you already know

Don’t be sayin’ they gon’ help me and still be bluffing
So if you ain’t gonna hate on me, don’t tell me nothing
Heard you lyin’ on me, little man, better tell the truth
I’m not your girl, but I am still ahead of you
Too cool to care, screw new suits for douche dudes
Rule blind ref to the def, what did you do
Testing me trusting me, you lucky I’m for you
If hip hop is dead then I must be immortal
While I was on the road spending nights with dancers
You was at home talking ’bout how tight my pants is
They throwin’ all these shots and they think it’s gonna rattle me
My haters Pepto Bismol brings shit outta me
Like ever since a kid I knew the top was where I had to be
The sky is the limit and I’m makin’ fun of gravity
I’ll fight it on me with no sword maybe with no gun
Try to stop me, you won’t make it
Man, maybe it was cuz I was
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Born to make it alone from the skids
Don’t take it for more than it is
Cuz we’re tough kids
We are tough kids
We are tough kids
Here I come

I’m a tough kid proven my actions are foolish
I spit dumb bars like boy that’s stupid
What is he ruthless have a brain use it
Havin’ an illusion I’ma go how you get
You better watch out if you walk the streets
Cuz if you ain’t got money then talk is cheap
You wanna walk with me talk with me bark with me sparkle me
Boy I know I’m better cuz my cheddar got calories
Got my own squad ran my name like they marry me
We the best now and there is really no comparedy
All ya do is better me like bowin’ on the floor
I’m a tough kid code name Kids Next Door
I don’t take no shit, we don’t take no shit
All my niggas on my team they don’t take no shit
Bring ’em out cuz I’m goin’ in like WOW
You niggas act so surprised a beat down

Born to make it alone from the skids
Don’t take it for more than it is
Cuz we’re tough kids
We are tough kids
We are tough kids

Tough Kids Lyrics New Boyz

Kendrick Lamar - Look Out For Detox

Kendrick Lamar Look Out For Detox Lyrics @ catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com

Song Quotes:

"When the relay starts I’ma runaway slave, walking on water and running on waves”

Kendrick Lamar Look Out For Detox Lyrics

Uh
Shoutout to Schoolboy Q
He uglier than a motherfucker…

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the tire marks
When the relay starts, I’m a runaway slave (Uh)
Walking on water and running on waves, God MC, I’m a god you gotta see
There’s never no eyes in me, if’n I din’t see, I’m a block away
Fire marshals moving in, marshmallows inside my pen
sweet sixteens, got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
I’m so appalled, with a prototype with a godly protocol
You an amateur, they wanna pro to call
I damage ya on camera in Compton, in Canada, I don’t care where you are
Just blink twice and I’m there where you are
Like a shadow in the dark, you a paddle in the boat
In an ocean of sharks, ’bout to come up short
Water in the pot, float crack rock like Bam-Bam, nigga
Have two grams, nigga, pay up or blam, blam, nigga
Have the black Cam, reaper, Dipset, killa Cam nigga
I done been around niggas, killas, pimps
You ain’t been around shit but your mama and your bitch
Shoved off the porch when I was like six
Uncle Bobby got the house ready back in ’96
Kick in the do’, canines all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick
Mama in the bathroom, Papa at work
Happened on a Sunday, we shoulda went to church
Look at my shirt, Polo on it, it’s gon’ sell if my logo on it
I fear no opponent, a demon come near and I might throw a spear at the omen
You looking at the 2010 Romans Empire, high power, HP
In ya face like HD, and I spit like a HK, I’ma shop like a H3
H-u-b C-i-t-y A-D N-Y-G
Problem ain’t Hootie, nigga
Tell the government “Come shoot me, nigga!”
‘Cause I’m going out with a fist raised
And a fistful of money given to the fifth grade
Drink a fifth of Hennessey and then take another fade
With a Democratic politician from CA
They don’t wanna see a b-l-a-c-k
Making some scratch like a Hall of Fame DJ
Give us some free Js, put us in the PJs
Now we in the county jail calling for a threeway
Goddamn, y’all cold, mark of the beast
Wit’ ya goddamn barcodes stuck in the street
Where it’s dark like Harpo
Black man tell me where your goddamn heart go
Although, I’m in the land of milk and honey
Nobody never gave me shit, when I got my first chain
All the niggas tried to take it from me
I had to fight back and shit, get it back and shit
And you rap niggas lookin’ funny
Tryna talk back and shit, like he back that shit
Acting like you real or sommin’
Nigga ain’t popped no steel, ain’t popped no collar
Go pop some pills or sommin’
You trying real hard to appeal to sommin’, I’m bein’ myself
My http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/06/kendrick-lamar-look-out-for-detox.html BFF is a B-M-Dub
With your BM in it and a stash box glove
And the medicine the doctor gave a nigga won’t help
I’m at a limit where I be amazing myself
I bet I finish at a level wit’ a black belt
I bet it anywhere, every rapper get killed
Like bluh, bluh, bluh, bluh, where the knife at?
Cut, cut, cut, where ya life at?
Career’s over, he slumped over
And if I’m off beat, know I’m unsober
That’s a new flow
Plus, plus Q gave me some kush and some Nuvo
New dough for the New Year, and I sumo on a rap peer
Not a rapper, I’m a raptor
That’s a T. Rex, in a V-neck for the Rapture
I’m a factor and your facial
I will fracture to a fraction
Of one half and I hate math
Pastors like Eddie Long, fuckin’ maricón
Took me mighty long to get here
Nigga, FUCK

Told you I was gon’…
Fall off, Q, you recordin’, you got that shit?
(Yeah, yeah!)
Ugly
Owl-ugly ass
Fuck all that setback’s droppin’ December, bitch
(Don’t worry!)
(You are NOT gonna suck on my dick tonight!)
(Don’t worry!)

Kendrick Lamar - Sex With Society

Kendrick Lamar Sex With Society Lyrics @ catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com

Rap Song Quotes:

“I sold all these records off bein’ myself, And I wish you can do the same thing”

Kendrick Lamar Sex With Society Lyrics

(This, this, this)
(Should be played at high volume)
(Preferably in a residential…)

Life’s a bitch, life’s a bitch
But I’ma keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I’ma keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I’ma keep the pussy wet
I’ma keep the pussy wet
My dick hard, her pussy wet

[Kendrick Lamar - Verse 1]
And I’m born with my dick in the earth, you can tell me how much am I worth
I’ma die with my heart on my sleeve, many die on their hands and their knees
And I’m takin’ whatever I need, and I’m rapin’ the government fees
And you’re wastin’ your time, and I’m speakin’ my mind on whatever I think
And I think that I’m Richard Pryor with priors of 32 fiends
And that means that I here fly higher, tell me why are you starin’ at me?
Matta fact, man, your eyes is wired, you inspired by Kendrick the king
Maybe it’s ’cause I’m livin’ my dream, man, I sing what I’m livin’ about
And the words that come out of my mouth, they requires a random routine
Of being organic granite, then my access is granted
To represent the shit that I conceive, and I guarantee that I’ma bring
My mind, body, soul and I sold all these records off bein’ myself
And I wish you can do the same thing, man, it’s easier than a stripper
Or tyin’ a baby shoestring, you stringing along
And really why you writing a song? Your passion for music is never in sync
No secret societies guided me to the world of unseen
And they tell me life is a bitch, who gives a shit? You can believe

I’ma keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I’ma keep the pussy wet (Yep)
My-my dick hard, her pussy wet
I’ma keep the pussy wet (Yep)

(Hi, ho!) I came
(Bye, ho!) I went (We-we-went-went)
(Hi, ho!) I ca-came
(Bye, ho!) I went
(Hi, ho!) I came
(Bye, ho!) I went
(Bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
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[Kendrick Lamar - Verse 2]
And I see that you envy of me, enemy ghosts don’t prosper
Better yet, they do die eventually, if I’m at the event you will leave
‘Cause you know and I know that I go ham even if Muslims is seen
In my rearview I’m near you, but I don’t hear you, can you hear this breathe?
Wit’ an oxygen mask, and the masses keep sayin’ I’m speakin’ for them
And if you can imagine my madness, then you can see where I’ve been
And the places the Louis has been, and I swear I been doin’ this when
You was in pajamas, watchin’ B-B-Barney a-and Friends
And you couldn’t harm me even with ten, weapons of your choice ridin’ in
Army tanks, you shot blanks, and I shot back, make your duplex bend
What the fuck you think? If I don’t think, then I’m right back where the city sin
What the fuck you drink? Thinkin’ I can’t write these raps in the Lions’ Den
When I hear that you lyin’, then? It’s murder, she wrote, ain’t no hope
You go downhill, man, where’s your slope? Get thrown downhill tied to a rope
Told the world to put intervals, man, I swear this the Hannibal
And they tell me that life is a bitch, who gives a shit when you know?

[Hook]

And I see that you envy of me-me-me-me-me
Don’t prosper, better yet, they do die eventually-ly-ly
‘Cause you know and I know that I go ham even if Muslims is seen
In my rearview I’m near you…

(Hi, ho!)
(Bye, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)
(Bye, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)

(Bye, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)
(Bye, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)

Eminem & Royce Da 5’9 ft Bruno Mars - Lighters

Eminem & Royce Da 5’9 ft Bruno Mars Lighters Lyrics @ Rap Song Lyrics

Song Quotes:

“I remember when T-Pain aint wanna work with me, My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes”

Eminem & Royce Da 5’9 ft Bruno Mars Lighters Lyrics

[Bruno Mars]
This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

[Eminem]
By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em’ skyward uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king…
This rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till’ it kills me
I swear to god I’ll be the fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I’m refusing to ever give up
The only thing I ever gave’s using no more excuses
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite
You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
Cause it wasn’t that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, lustered
Cuz he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing
Brain fuzzy, cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzz
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
Wasn’t cause he had buzzards circle around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What it take to get it through your thick skulls
As if this aint some bullshit
People don’t usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic’s raise cause I came with 5’9′ but I feel like I’m 6’8″

[Bruno Mars]
This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
By the time you hear this I’ll probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it
And I aint gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it’s only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up
Now his career’s Lebron’s jersey in 20 years
I’ll stop when I’m at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It’s ’bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up must come down
You going down on something you don’t wanna see like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I’m just the cats meooww, ow
Classic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya’ll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain aint wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I’m in the Aston
I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I’m fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And y’all niggas just gossipin’ like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Y’all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal and now I’m the second best I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag

[Bruno Mars]
You and I know what it’s like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight we’re alright
So hold up your light
Let it shine
Cause this one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

Rick Ross Feat Meek Mill & Gunplay - Finals

Rick Ross Feat Meek Mill & Gunplay Finals Lyrics @ Rap Song Lyrics

Song Quotes:

“We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball, Sellin dope, we get a car and don’t know what its called”

Rick Ross Feat Meek Mill & Gunplay Finals Lyrics

Rick Ross – Finals Lyrics

[Rick Ross]
We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin dope, we get a car and don’t know what its called
Nniggas foul, but the referees dont get involved
Its the finals, and my dogs came to take it all
With the her-ion , nigga im Lebron (HUH)
Quarter millie for my car, and thats on the Quran
You running with me nigga, or you better run two
Ties for you pussies cause you know who number one
These bitches all on my dick, is it all of my cars,
They say my Audemar sick, just bought a ?
This a ten million flip, so nigga fuck what you talk
100 million off the rip, the definition of boss
She can tell how I’m ballin, dat I’m just gettin started
Yea I took an advance, put 20 keys in the projects
Had to scoop my lieutenant, had to make my deposits
Niggas DIEE everyday the time choppa comes out the closet
And I pride myself, I’m gettin money in the street
I ride myself, I’m the one you gotta see
I bring it straight to your door, do you like it Manolo
When you flashin that money, them people flashin your photo
Kno I’m fuckin these broads, cause I’m flashy as fuck
Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck
Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck
Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck
Huh

My money on a another level (HUH)
My money on a another level (HUH)
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

[Meek Mill]
Hatin wid dem bitchs, dats a flagrant foul
I’m posted with that china white, the smokers say its Yao
A nigga play, I want his head im talkin 80 thou
I tell my shooters go get em, they go make a cow
Ridin in a wiz a fortune, then I made a vow
I will never let these rapper niggas take a stow
My dogs karate chop them bricks, then they take a bow
Throw a banana in the air ak then I make a smile
Blake Griffin on these niggas, rookie of the year,
This ordinary shittin on these niggas
And I heard that they be hating, I aint trippin on these niggas
Make it rain all these hoes, havin it drippin on these niggas
Ya
Lou-Louie Vutton kicks , they my ball sneaks
30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me
Lou-Louie Vutton kicks, they my ball sneaks
30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me

My money on a another level
My Money on a another level
She fuckin ordinary niggas
your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

[Gunplay]
My track got umps, jumpin until it needs a crutch
Got birds flyin around, like mr 23 himself
You want to eat, I got the food
Nigga come and see the chef,
We aint playing by the rules, put the toolie on the reps
Scored a foul line nigga, payin high by the high now
When I get the Gucci, only 3note is the dial now
Skunk screamin loud, tryna speak a whole sound now
My heart so hard, the cookie need a powerdrive
I’m triple a arrogant ass attitude
100 down south, right down the last avenue
This the dead end, gotta kill to fit in
So pop your act and move it, if he can bring the shit in
Lebon 5.0′s white tee, hood rich
I got cheerleaders too, and everyone a hood bitch
And a whip the color the yayo, n that mutha fucka foreign
Whi-whi-whip the color yayo, n that mutha fucka foreign
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[Rick Ross]
My money on a another level
My money on a another Level
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

My money on a another level
My money on a another level
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

We gon call this the finals,
Cause I can have your ass finalized
HUH
We 25 million up nigga, Double M G the untouchable

Fuck boy, Fuck boy, Fuck boy
Still a fuck boy
We gettin money nigga
we gettin money nigga
I see you runnin nigga
I see you runnin nigga
They dnt want it nigga
They dnt want it nigga
They dnt want it nigga
They dont want it nigga
We 1 hundred nigga
We 1 hundred nigga
100 million