Slip2crzyy - 100 TIMES // ETERNAL

{part i}

{intro}
(we went way past the air)
(we spoke of was and when)
(although, i wasn’t there too much)
(i’m sure you would-)
A hunnid
Uh, ooh
Stylin’ on ‘em (uh, uh)

{chorus}
The stars will align by noon (okay)
I see everything on the moon (okay, bae)
I heard you a hundred times
Okay (woah, oh)

{verse 1}
I put your name inside my tomb so we can lie together (woah, oh)
I-i mean, we lie together
We can lie for one another
But, you can’t lie to me, that’s some shit that’s odd to me
If it’s out of touch or reach, it don’t bother me
I invented ways just to gеt you paid on your days off
So, when i’m out of town, you can spend a bankroll (ooh, ooh)
Ooh, you got me pissеd off
I see you cry when i be gone just by the makeup
I know, when i fuck these bitches, you be knowing fasho
Lot of bitches evil, i be taking backroads
Taking backwoods out the motherfuckin’ bowl
Spend without a limit, we don’t ever go low
Did it for no reason, if you done, then i’m gone
I see you next summer with your bestie in my rose
She told you it’s different, i said, baby, you a hoe
Chillin’ in the backseat way before i let her go

{chorus}
The stars will align by noon (oh, oh, oh)
I see everything on the moon (no)
I heard you a hundred times (woah)

{verse 2}
That’s a hundred percent of my check, everytime
No royalty’s if ain’t no loyalty
You showing me you ain’t really who you ‘posed to be
Stop posting me, if she find out, she be od
Baby, see?
I bag your ass up just like groceries
Back that ass up on me, it’s an asset for me
I can’t fold, no, no, would you hold it up for me?
Just to see me hold you down and rub it down slowly
Here’s a run-down on it since this shit is important, now
Everytime i get to mobbing, i hit your hoe with precaution
Maybe percussion, we drummin’
I split that bitch like a fraction
I put your bitch in margelia (oh, oh)
Ella, umbrella, she wetter
Got the bitch screaming and yelling, i guess i only do better
I pull a blonde like madonna, ‘round the same time that i popped in
I was just sick of the trappin’, had to get bags off of sum
Racks can’t appear just for none, this shit ain’t cosmo and wanda
Fix your persona, get proper
I’m like a rockstar, nirvana
I hit your hoe with precision, maybe her favorite position
Got out my bag, out my feelings, got me a bag, i need digits
Money my only religion, i pray, the mula, i get it
I get it

{part ii}

{intro}
Uh
Eternal

{verse}
Had to run it back, just so you could catch a couple things just like od beck’
If we catch the score, then there’s no way them hoes can get it back
I hop on this shit and kill the beat just to show my stats
This shit eternal, that means ever-lasting
I’m jason v, i put holes in, just without the masking
I’m landing before i’m crashing, so crashing, that never happened
Just to get my old flow, i said, “fuck all these rappers rapping”
Anybody got a problem, they can catch this .40 blasting
I go on 140 dates, ain’t no hoes with cake
I might give the bitch a bite off my plate, but i show up too late
If my blessings was a savior, you take lessons from a g
I can’t please my oppositions, i just let them bitches bleed
Breathe, ha
In this afterlife, my name still ring a bell like yeat
No, i’m not drake bell, i can’t be joshing on the scenery
Slime the bitches out like nickelodeon, got sticks on me
And i got explosives in, you can catch this .40, fam
But, i make more money than your college dream
That’s why i make cheddar, ain’t no cottage cheese
Stop stalking me before i put my shooters eyes on you and tell that man to squeeze
Look him in his eyes before you kill him, ask him, “what you see?”

{outro}
What you see, hoe?
Eternal