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Big Sean - 100 Keys (10th Anniversary / Audio) ft. Rick Ross, Pusha T
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Big Sean
Big Sean
Musiker:in
Deandre Coker
Deandre Coker
Klavier
Kaye Fox
Kaye Fox
Zusätzlicher Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Komponist:in
Hilton Wright II
Hilton Wright II
Komponist:in
Brian Wright
Brian Wright
Komponist:in
William Roberts
William Roberts
Komponist:in
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brian Warwick
Brian Warwick
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Mike Riley
Mike Riley
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mischtechniker:in
Jesus Garnica Jr.
Jesus Garnica Jr.
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Brian Wright
Brian Wright
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Ay, ay I'm from a big city Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I play the keys handle dope, Barry Manilow The game a bitch, but at times she sweet as cantaloupe Hit the road key of coke in the mantle fold Triple beam dreams with a trunk full of scattered clothes Japanese denim, down south numbers Hit it once trust it would make a fat fiend stumble Do the speed limit, all gold shoes Call 'em penny loafers, they a pretty penny too I'm tipping strippers but I call it penny pinchin' She talking shit but I could get her titties lifted My new crib got it's own city limit Motherfucker got his own city in it Blue marble on the floor Wet as salt water Ima boss, Im just playing hoes(holes) like a golf course (Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money) Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from a big city Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony One hundred keys One hundred please My gazuntite could make a whole city sneeze Walk the mud jungle where they grind it out the leaves So they swarm to my honeycomb, hideout for the bees You know what this sounds like Money counter sound bytes Machine gun fire Name ringin' through like the town like Church bells ringin' Know what he was found like? Colombian necktie over hospital gown white She live on her knees I live in a condo in the trees The air's a little thinner that I breathe Iron Man Audi, let the top strip tease My life is slow motion but the watch screaming freeze Yeah, young nigga gettin' money The feds dragged neck, couldn't take nothin' from me The decoy car is a crash test dummy What follows is a hundred of 'em wrapped like a mummy I'm from a big city Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony Boi And they gon' risk a hundred lives So they could rock a hundred whites The guests look like a hundred lights Man when blade died my city cried a hundred nights Yeah I got a main girl, but I done hit a hundred types Every wrong I do, I'm steady tryna do a hundred rights Got it for cheap, compare the price My nigga keep that low key, Barry White And don't worry 'bout the info From where they ride Pintos, and could afford Enzo's 'Cause everybody know, keys open doors (keys-keys open doors) But bricks open windows Countin' a hundred hundreds, more by more Built this from the tile up, floor by floor Talk shit, I send 'em door by door Made for the Snow White like 4x4's(truck) I'm from a big city Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony
Writer(s): Terrence Thornton, Sean Michael Anderson, Brian Denning Wright, Hilton Ii Wrigth, William Leonard Roberts Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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