Maury Mayne - 100 ROUNDS

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{Intro}
Yeah, yeah we at the spot right now
Man, you know how I’m comin’
Na-na-na-na week
Na-na-na-na week
Na-na-na-na week

{Chorus}
Aye, a hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Skrt)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Okay)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Alright)
Aye, hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Skrt)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Ahuh)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Wah-wah)
Aye, a hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Huh)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Huh)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Mwah)
Aye, hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Sget it)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Let’s get it)
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week (Huh)

{Verse 1: Maury Mayne}
Soon as I bought that spot, time jumpin’
Off my watch
Cold but the burner hot, don’t believe me just watch yeah
That little bitch she a thot, she fuckin’
The whole block
Maury Mayne the goat yeah, whatcha gone do when it pop
Okay but now she talk a lot yeah, she my number one fan
When she turn around damn, hit a flick for the cam
I know she fuck around, and she do it round town
That’s how it go down, we can go a hunnid rounds
Soon as I scrap that butter, me and Young Eek we brothers
Styrofoam sippin’ on mud, hell nah we don’t do drugs
Met that bitch in the club, I’m bussin’ a cap at the club
I walk with my strap in the club, she showin’ me love in the club

{Chorus}
Aye, a hundred rounds bussin’ all week
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week
Aye, hundred rounds bussin’ all week
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week
Aye, a hundred rounds bussin’ all week
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week
Aye, hundred rounds bussin’ all week
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week
A hundred rounds bussin’ all week

{Verse 2: Young Eek}
Don’t sleep on the bag no sleepover
Pray to god they don’t rico me
You know i brought a little tree over
—-playing with a leaf blower??—-
It’s hot in hurr like the old song
If my flow the ocean they flow pond (pawned)
She rode my dick and i drove offf
My fault, got to get this dope off
That b***h is a drug she just wan’ call you to f**k
She pull up and pour up a cup
Just let me go, im off of the cuff
Look at her lip, ya got ya own blunt?
I ain’t passing the loud if i see a bump.
Speakers are loud, i got this sh** bumpin’
Dat b**ch a trip, come with a friend
You can have both id rather have money.
Thought we was playin, we really go hard
We on all night, no memory card
I never met people so petty before
3 words for yall. Ready For War
-you can’t even do this with heavy support
You failed the mission go ahead and abort
We really the shooters, step to the court
This clip hold 100, then 100 more

Release Date: March 31, 2023

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Emari Lewis (born April 25, 1995), better known by his stage name Maury Mayne, is a Native American R&B singer, producer, and songwriter.

Life and music career
Maury Mayne was born on April 25, 1995, to Ms. Lewis. He comes from Charleston, West Virginia, and was raised in the Chicagoland area. He attended Lake Park High School (West Campus) and West Virginia State University in Institute, West Virginia. He made his return from Illinois to West Virginia in the summer of 2013; for college and to pursue his musical endeavors.

However, in 2009, he would move to Columbus, Ohio for a few years to be closer to his ailing great grandmother, who would pass in early 2010. Before his exit from Columbus, he was able to form a dance crew, which led to him meeting the former Mayor of Columbus, Mike B. Coleman.