Letra de '100 Bottles' de CyHi The Prynce

100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
Stand in my motel with two hundred bad models and
100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
Stand in my motel with two hundred bad models.

A hundred fucking bottles, i wanna fuck a model
I got it all patrol, she open up like nato
I told her make her wobble while i grab her from behind
There she made it whine so i ordered some moscato.
A couple hookers and a bucket full of rose
We ain’t being bitch, niggers, bring it like you call it.
Twenty bottle orders, cranberry, yes, i’m okay
Throw that money in the air and watch it fall like a snow flake.
I smell like cushion, don’t i? i’m on that gin and juice and i’m feeling like the audrey
I’d be lying if i say i wasn’t drunk, it feels like i smoked a hundred blunts and i ordered like a

100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
Stand in my motel with two hundred bad models and
100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
Stand in my motel with two hundred bad models.

Oh my god, wait there, we’re packed up in this bitch
And i’m feeling hater rappers is hotter than this bitch
But you will never face me and i know why you hate me,
‘cause my motherfucker cleaning lady look hotter than your bitch.
And you know i’m about to spit a hundred rocks upon this bar
You don’t wanna drink, you wanna be noisy, mister arr war
And i know that you’re not used with rejection, but if you don’t get naked get the fuck out of my section.
Imma need a

100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
Stand in my motel with two hundred bad models and
100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
Stand in my motel with two hundred bad models.

You know i do it, the biggest got its best,
Niggers hating, got these bad bitches jizzing.
Holding up my city but i pick up the commission.
Boy, i run my city so you might need my permission.
I’m just champagne pissing, drinking ‘till i might drown
Seen her in a wedding dress, i’ve seen her night gallon.
Won’t you take me out to eway, you be trying to eat her out
With a hundred fucking bottles, boying with my weinner up.
Damn right, i’ve got a

100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
Stand in my motel with two hundred bad models and
100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles, 100 fucking bottles,
Stand in my motel with two hundred bad models.