Letras
Shout out
Oh, yeah, yeah
Swear I been sittin' here thinkin' 'bout the shit that we be through
And all I know is, girl, I owe you
A hundred, hundred, a hundred flavors
I owe you a hundred flavors
Hundred, hundred, hundred flavors
Hundred flavors
Niggas all talk, it'll never change
Keep on choosin', do your thang, girl
All them flavors, I call her like a driver
Drownin' in that pussy and her the sole survivor
Vodka, hundred flavors, GT watermelon
She always do me flavors, and I don't never tell her
GT yellow mango, I love to drink juice
Owe her a hundred flavors, I call her my hundred proof
Man, I heard about an angel
Now I'm sittin' here sippin' on the last bit of vodka
And all I ever see is your face
And I been sittin' here thinkin' 'bout the shit that you be doin'
And all I know is I owe you a
Hundred, hundred, a hundred flavors
I'll give you a hundred flavors
Hundred, hundred, a hundred flavors
Yeah
And now I'm sittin' here sippin' on the last bit of GT
And all I ever see is your face
A hundred flavors (shout out, shout out)
Oh, nothin' less (yeah)
Hundred, hundred (yeah)
Priceless with the life, rollin' on them dice
Spent a mil' on a flight
Flew back and she bounced back, high speed
All gold, Lord of the Ring
We live that life big time, big time
A hundred times, I gave my bitch the sunshine
Harley Davis, Harley Davis
Twin cam, I gave my bitch a hundred flavors
Now I'm sittin' here sippin' on the last bit of vodka
And all I ever see is your face
And I been sittin' here thinkin' 'bout the shit that you be doin'
And all I know is I owe you a
Hundred, hundred, a hundred flavors
I'll give you a hundred flavors
Hundred, hundred, a hundred flavors
Yeah
And now I'm sittin' here sippin' on the last bit of GT
And all I ever see is your face
A hundred flavors
Oh, nothin' less
Hundred, hundred
You was a college student abusin' the credit union
The music was way too loud, that tuition was fuckin' stupid
And me, I was runnin' wild, hittin' licks in my mother's Buick
Confusin', you like my style even though I was broke and doin'
Stick-'em-ups, you wanna pick 'em up inside your Civic Plus
The difference was I wasn't rich as fuck, you still would depend on us
And I miss the crush that we had every time winter, December come
And we had tempers and arguments, disagreements and senses from
Cupid himself, and I'm shootin' himself
And the paramedics won't come even if you scream for help
Don't let love die, you regroovin' yourself
And I'm losin' out too lookin' at you boohoo from what's dealt
So as I reminisce the coupon that we used to split at Rally's
On your mother's couch, your little brother in the alley
You said, "K. Dot, your pace got the pay that Birdman and Jay got
One day you'll reap what you sow," now I reap for us both
That's one hundred
Now I'm sittin' here sippin' on the last bit of vodka
And all I ever see is your face
And I been sittin' here thinkin' 'bout the shit that you be doin'
And all I know is I owe you a
Hundred, hundred, a hundred flavors
I'll give you a hundred flavors
Hundred, hundred, a hundred flavors
Yeah
And now I'm sittin' here sippin' on the last bit of GT
And all I ever see is your face
A hundred flavors
Oh, nothing less
Hundred, hundred