笨小笨50 100 (Explicit)歌词由Stevv Tsui演唱，出自专辑《Vision (Explicit)》，下面是《50 100 (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
50 100 (Explicit)歌词完整版
Produced by: TREETIME
Skit Vocal by: MC F.Port/PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
MC F.Port’s Intro:
Damn, man, yo, gimmie the mic, man, gimmie the mic
Be quick, be quick, the king is here (It’s him?)
Yo of course man, it’s him man, just be quick
Come on, gimmie the mic, yeah let’s go man, shit
Ladies and gentlemen
All the way from different continent
Get ready for a Nanking City represent
The number one in the game
The master of the vibe
Yet he’s here to tell the Vision
The one and only on the planet
Stevv, let’s gooo
Stevv Tsui:
Throw it up
100s on 50s on 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s on 100s, woah
100s on 50s on 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s on 100s, ooh
100s on 50s on 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s on 100s, woah
100s on 50s on 50s on-
Aye, aye
100s on 50s on 50s on 100s
I pullin’ up, know you bitches don’t want it
Up in this club like we own it
See you in there actin’ phony
Tell your bitch don’t get near
And tell your lil brodie we pourin’ ‘Tell
Don’t you tryna compare, this bottle is rare
Sometimes I feel lonely, but never gon’ catch me shredded
Know these pendants done cried me some tears
Now somebo-, woah, somebody, please, somebody tell me to stop
Woah, I’m goin to top, I’m goin off the top
I’m goin off, this shit ain’t gon’ stop, woah
I get a lot, with some hella poppers
I surround myself with some hella droppers
We wildin’, might pull at a helicopter (Grrrah)
Why you actin’ so hard like you still at Oscar
I need y’all to, ugh
Back it up, for what’s comin’ down
There’s more shots to this hunnid round
Rev’s got enough, someone hold him down
What goes around, finally comes around
Turn the music louder, I don’t hear a sound
And please, quit talkin’ on ear, boy, I don’t hear you either, man
Just pour it up, man, throw it up (Let go)
100s on 50s on 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s on 100s, woah
100s on 50s on 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s on 100s, ooh
100s on 50s on 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s on 100s, woah
100s on 50s on 50s on- (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
Aye, yeah, 50s on 100s on 100s on 50s
Lil thottie a baddie plus she wanna eat me
Go tell the bar tender keep it pleaded
They servin’ Voss and my neck water Fiji
Throwin’ some 100s on 50s on 50s
I’m back in this bitch and this shit gettin litty
Done gave her some Cash, now pass her to-
PlanZ’s Phone Call:
Yo bruh, get you ass outta club, man
There’s something’ wrong with the money, bro
Yo, shut the fuck up, bitch, I’m tryna talk, man, I’m on my phone, hol’up
Man, you do whatever you do in the frontline, but
If they tryna finesse you in the back, man
Who get the loot?
