100 ms on my brain
My verses like crack cocaine
Back when I was flat on my back they tryna turn a nigga into to Matt Cobain
Hit ya girl twice and give her back, no shame
Starter pack Matt all black gold chain
I used to hold tight on flaws now I take em out the bag and make em dance, soul train
Used to beg hoes to hold hands, No game
Now they gripping on my waste band no Hanes
Lining up all of my foes
I chose when they hang out like all of my chains
Real ones n models in all of frames
Rappers n women stuck all in my fangs
Ask Rob I gotta eat good, but boy what the f*ck am I saying
100$ in my pockets
2 weeks until I get paid
I don't even see my prophets
Until my team get paid
And I can't even see these niggas
Throwing shade in my shades
Laughing like kawaii Leonard
You got me twisted like braids
100 Dollars in my pocket
100 M's on brain
100 hoes on my cell phone
Ice cold blood in my veins
100 Dollars in my pocket
100 M's on brain
100 M's on brain
100 M's on brain
100 Dollars in my pocket
100 M's on brain
100 hoes on my cell phone
Ice cold blood in my veins
100 Dollars in my pocket
100 M's on brain
100 M's on brain
100 M's on brain
Matt Swagnew - M's (feat. Fr3do) Lyrics
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100 ms on my brain
My verses like crack cocaine
Back when I was flat on my back they tryna turn a nigga into to Matt Cobain
Hit ya girl twice and give her back, no shame
Starter pack Matt all black gold chain
I used to hold tight on flaws now I take em out the bag and make em dance, soul train
Used to beg hoes to hold hands, No game
Now they gripping on my waste band no Hanes
Lining up all of my foes
I chose when they hang out like all of my chains
Real ones n models in all of frames
Rappers n women stuck all in my fangs
Ask Rob I gotta eat good, but boy what the f*ck am I saying
100$ in my pockets
2 weeks until I get paid
I don't even see my prophets
Until my team get paid
And I can't even see these niggas
Throwing shade in my shades
Laughing like kawaii Leonard
You got me twisted like braids
100 Dollars in my pocket
100 M's on brain
100 hoes on my cell phone
Ice cold blood in my veins
100 Dollars in my pocket
100 M's on brain
100 M's on brain
100 M's on brain
100 Dollars in my pocket
100 M's on brain
100 hoes on my cell phone
Ice cold blood in my veins
100 Dollars in my pocket
100 M's on brain
100 M's on brain
100 M's on brain
My verses like crack cocaine
Back when I was flat on my back they tryna turn a nigga into to Matt Cobain
Hit ya girl twice and give her back, no shame
Starter pack Matt all black gold chain
I used to hold tight on flaws now I take em out the bag and make em dance, soul train
Used to beg hoes to hold hands, No game
Now they gripping on my waste band no Hanes
Lining up all of my foes
I chose when they hang out like all of my chains
Real ones n models in all of frames
Rappers n women stuck all in my fangs
Ask Rob I gotta eat good, but boy what the f*ck am I saying
100$ in my pockets
2 weeks until I get paid
I don't even see my prophets
Until my team get paid
And I can't even see these niggas
Throwing shade in my shades
Laughing like kawaii Leonard
You got me twisted like braids
100 Dollars in my pocket
100 M's on brain
100 hoes on my cell phone
Ice cold blood in my veins
100 Dollars in my pocket
100 M's on brain
100 M's on brain
100 M's on brain
100 Dollars in my pocket
100 M's on brain
100 hoes on my cell phone
Ice cold blood in my veins
100 Dollars in my pocket
100 M's on brain
100 M's on brain
100 M's on brain
Writer: Alfred Lasker, Matthew Agnew
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