Young Dolph – 100 Shots

Young Dolph – 100 Shots Chords and Lyrics

Artist : Young Dolph
Song : 100 Shots

[Intro] : 
G# G#    Gm Gm    Cm Cm 
G# G#    Gm Gm    Cm Cm    
Yeah, 
G# G#    Gm Gm    Cm Cm    
G# G#    Gm Gm    Cm Cm    
it's Dolph
G# G#    Gm Gm    Cm Cm    
Hey, bring me some Backwoods up outta there, homie and a cup of ice
G# G#             Gm Gm    Cm Cm    
And some rubber bands up outta there too, homie, yeah
G# G#    Gm Gm    Cm Cm    
G# G#       Gm Gm    Cm Cm    
It's 3 PM, 80 degrees outside
G# G#    Gm Gm    Cm Cm    
I'm in somethin' that go real fast, sittin' outside the cornerstore
G# G#       Gm Gm         Cm Cm    
Six figure client, got no business in this area

[Verse 1] : 
            G# G#              Gm   Gm        Cm Cm  
If it ain't one thing, it's a motherfuckin' 'nother (goddamn)
             G# G#                   Gm   Gm     Cm Cm  
We trapped together than that's my motherfuckin' brother (that's my dog)
           G# G#                                  Gm   Gm                  Cm Cm  
I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don't love her (hey, what you need, lil' mama?)
          G# G#            Gm   Gm         Cm Cm  
She just play her part when it's time to smuggle (ayy, you ready?)
       G# G#            Gm   Gm         Cm Cm  
I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber (skrrt)
         G# G#              Gm   Gm          Cm Cm  
I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers (for real though)
        G# G#            Gm   Gm     Cm Cm  
Nobu in Malibu was my last supper (we eatin' good)
                G# G#               Gm   Gm             Cm Cm  
I fucked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker (haha, yeah)
             G# G#            Gm   Gm     Cm Cm  
Everybody screamin' gang gang gang (gang)
                  G# G#            Gm   Gm                    Cm Cm  
Them folks come and get you, you gon' tell on the whole gang (gang)
                 G# G#            Gm   Gm     Cm Cm  
She said can she fuck me with my diamond chains?
                    G# G#             Gm   Gm          
If I ain't in the bank, then I'm on the plane (yeah, hey)
Cm Cm                  G#   G#     Gm   Gm                     
'Bout to go get some money or go spend some money (yeah)
Cm Cm                           G#   G#       Gm   Gm      
They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me (Franklins)
Cm Cm                        G#   G#           Gm   Gm      
They don't want you to live, they don't want you to ball
Cm Cm                            G#   G#     Gm   Gm      
Them pussies smile in your face, yeah, then they pray for you to fall, hey
Cm Cm         
Young nigga stay focused (yeah)
    G#   G#     Gm   Gm
But I really want to crash (damn)
Cm Cm  
Think about where you at (okay)
G#   G#     Gm   Gm
Then think about your past (alright)
Cm C
Yeah, I really came from shit (yeah)
G#   G#     Gm   Gm
But I won't change for shit (nah)
Cm Cm
My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways (yeah)
G#   G#     Gm   Gm
My wrist say I been getting paid (yeah)

[Chorus] : 
           G# G#    Gm Gm    Cm Cm 
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
          G# G#          Gm Gm          Cm Cm 
Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops (skrrt)
G# G#                  Gm Gm         Cm Cm 
My role model used to get a hundred blocks (hey)
         G# G#      Gm Gm         Cm Cm 
Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob (yeah)

[Verse 2] : 
            G# G#                             Gm Gm        
She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars (blow, blow)
Cm Cm G# G#               Gm Gm          Cm 
I got so high last night I did a show on Mars (woo)
Cm          G#   G#           Gm Gm           Cm          
Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars (Xanax)
Cm         G# G#      Gm Gm  Cm
My pinky ring extra large (yeah)
Cm   Cm           
Foreigns all in the garage
G# G#      Gm Gm
Remember my first menage (yeah)
Cm   Cm
Yeah, Tori and Brittany (yup)
G# G#      Gm Gm
I'm shoppin' for diamonds at Tiffany's (Tiffany's)
Cm   Cm
No, I don't got no sympathy (nah)
    G# G#      Gm Gm
She blew my whistle like a referee (wet)
Cm   Cm
Broke black nigga, remember me? (Hey)
    G# G#      Gm Gm
Until I found out that recipe (yeah, woo)
Cm Cm
Started getting about ten a week (yeah)
    G# G#      Gm Gm
Finger on the trigger when I sleep (yup)
Cm Cm
Yeah, nigga, I rather you than me (yeah)
    G# G#      Gm Gm
Backseat, smokin' good weed (gelato)

[Chorus] : 
Cm Cm               G# G#      Gm Gm
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
Cm        G# G#        Gm Gm
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?

[Verse 3] : 
            G# G#      Gm Gm      
You not welcome at my trap if you don't shop (ayy, get out, bro)
Cm Cm               G# G#               Gm Gm       Cm 
Before you come through that back door you better knock (ayy, get the door)
Cm                          G# G#               Gm Gm     Cm
They been waitin' on this gangster shit to drop (bulletproof)
Cm         G# G#           Gm Gm                       Cm
Even them fuck niggas that wish I could be stopped (hey, hey)
Cm        G# G#               Gm Gm            Cm
How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million? (Hahaha)
Cm         G# G#        Gm Gm      Cm
Self made millionaire, oh what a feelin' (yeah, yeah)
            G# G#           Gm Gm    
My niggas came from dealin' (ayy)
Cm Cm
Fuck nigga get out your feelings (ayy)
                       G# G#           Gm Gm
Your bitch gave me sexual healin' (woo)
                 Cm 
Guess who just walked in the buildin'? (It's Dolph)
Cm Cm
Came out with six bitches (wet)
G# G#           Gm Gm
My uncle said that's pimpin'
Cm Cm
My diamonds always hittin' (uh)
         G# G#           Gm Gm                G# G#           Gm Gm
You lookin' for your bitch, she with me nigga, she ain't missin' (nah)
              Cm Cm                G# G#         Gm Gm             Cm Cm
I told you fuck nigga stay out my way, but you didn't listen (stupid ass niggas, yeah)
     G# G# Gm Gm  Cm Cm
Big rocks, in my watch (hey, hey, in my watch)
G# G#           Gm Gm                 Cm
And we put extensions in all of the Glocks (haha)

[Chorus] : 
Cm Cm               G# G#      Gm Gm
A hundred shots, a hundred shots
Cm        G# G#        Gm Gm
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
Cm Cm               G# G#      Gm Gm
Yeah, it's Dolph
Cm        G# G#        Gm Gm
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?

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