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Kid Ink - 100 Different Ways feat Hardhead & Vee Tha Rula [Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Performer
HardHead
HardHead
Performer
Vee tha Rula
Vee tha Rula
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Composer
DAVID L DOMAN
DAVID L DOMAN
Composer
Ezemdi Chikwendu
Ezemdi Chikwendu
Composer
Thomas Klotz
Thomas Klotz
Composer
Eric Sheffield
Eric Sheffield
Composer
Christian Deon Dean
Christian Deon Dean
Composer

Lyrics

It's 100 different ways get a young nigga high Been doin' all of 'em the same time Seen 'em go broke and I seen some die But it ain't been enough to change my mind I'm gone Lost in the crowd Blunts and bottles keep tossin' around Feel like both feet off of the groud It's 100 different ways we could take your chick How many shots can you take from the fifth It's now or never baby, take your pick Rocketshipshawty, I take off quick like woo Blowin' that smoke in the air We load it, open, we share With me, ain't nobody sober in here It's 100 different ways It's 100 different ways It's 100 different ways I got my ways I got my ways 365, there's not enough days For me to get paid but nigga, I'm tryin' I can't sit back and recline I can't go back into time No Marty McFly, I can't go back to the slum Village of villains and niggas sellin' them dimes That shit could fuck up your mind Or it could turn men into mice You know the line, money ain't everythin' But it made all my problems disappear like a fuckin' mirage Treatin' champagne by the boat Burnin' and makin' one hell of a toast I got my ways, hop on the wave Teach you to swim baby, show you the stroke Since I lost my virginity, I been like Fuck you, pay me, everyday pay day Bet you the girl that I lost it to Tell bitches she hit it first, just like she Ray J I swear that she work at the club Now I threw her a 100 One hand in the air, not the Nae Nae Not play date if she wanna kick it like Pele It's 100 different ways It's 100 different ways It's 100 different ways And I'm on number 9 Prolly' on a few drugs all at the same time Couple hoes walkin' in, pussy poppin' for a nigga Couple niggas poppin' shots, no bottle for the liquor I'm gone, lost in the mansion 4 in the mornin', got some texts, still advancin' Pull up to her spot with a bag, no trash bands Mr I-don't-give-a-fuck, you ain't gotta ask me shit Shit, been with the shit Gettin' all this money, I'mma spend all this shit All these Hollywood hoes, bitch been on my dick Goin' 0-100, hope the car don't flip I'm gone, all around the globe Collectin' passport stamps like Pokemon Go More more broke nights, heating up the house up by the stove Walk in any store now, buy anythin' I want Most of these rappers be lyin' to win While me and my niggas been winnin' Beginnin' to gettin' to actin' to Closin' conditions, it's different You act like you don't but your bitch know the difference No clothes in the gap so allow me to ditch them myself And I help you for instance you bitches Are interest for bein' a hashtag And the Lord is my witness It's 100 different ways It's 100 different ways It's 100 different ways And I know where to get it I haven't been lost in a minute These ghetto boys never had nothin' So we gon' hotbox in that Benley We used to fly through the houses Run out then hop over the fences That's what you get, you shouldn't had a nice house, nigga Dirty boots like fuck your couch, nigga Pass that, don't call time out At the top tryna help my niggas climb out Baby boy, you with us we at your mom's house Don't lose your mind, hope that you niggas find out Pound for pound, my bars on lock down When I see the weed, get happy, start yellin' like James Brown Drive slow like I'm from H-Town If you wanna get up, then stay down What the fuck's the difference Hustlin', pimpin', murder mittin' Bust the pistols, fuck you, stack my ducks to 100 digits 'Fore I kick the bucket, need a bucket to piss in We ain't had shit but spaghetti Everythin' could go with baby ready She said that I'm a god, Macavelli Got scars on my bars, oh Lord, I'm a legend Buffalo sauce on my lips You prolly' never heard it, just forget it I'm lookin' good on every single edit Kill the pussy, I'm the player and the paramedic Ball hard while I'm gettin' paid Think smart, get your dollar saved And do a lil bit of everythin' Shit It's 100 different ways
Writer(s): Thomas Klotz, Brian Collins, David L Doman, Christian Dion Dean, Ezemdi Chinaecherem Chikwendu, Jeter Jermol Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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