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Montana of 300
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I Don't Like
This right here that real rap This beat I'mma kill that My pockets uncle Phil fat 2 gun cases I'm still strapped Yehhhh it's Montana yeh I'm the one your bitch like I'm your bitch type nigga you that bitch type You wanna go to war you must hate your life life And all that money don't mean shit If I come take your life New world harder i wear heat like the slodder Got gunz inside of your daugther don't fuck around or get slaughtered You niggas say you want beefing i got that murda shit for ya Caught 2 gun cases last year in got christmas all with my lawyerr Bitch i ball like a hoya Go get brains I'm the toyer Than go's slide dick in your sister I cut that bitch like a butcher All of my niggas is pushers We fucking paid like a hooker You wanna play with a gangster You better be Ashton Kutcher This is more than that rappin This is how this shit happened Round of applause with them choppers Me and my partners be clappin All of my niggas is eating Like Tally pass me a napkin I swear this niggas ise acting; Samual Jackson I can like stay bout that action I turn that ass to a fraction If niggas asking I'm whacking It ain't no day that I'm lackin So everyday bitch I'm packin While i hussle and sackin That ratchets under my jackets for niggas thinking about jacking I just up with them popping cop this the day that I'm coppin Real nigga shit try to knock it that bitch blast off like a rocket And bitch i promise i don't play with ya we are not the same nigga You ain't in my lane nigga i've never been no lame nigga No this is not a game nigga i come there where you stay nigga Like knock knock who's there it's mister let that 40 bang nigga Blow out your fucking brains nigga men system who hang with ya God knows it is ain't shit for me to do they ass the same nigga Your sweet as a kiwi i'm 300 no BD Got plans around the ocean Yo cuz some shit just ain't for Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But nigga you dont wanna see me come out that whip like a genie Spray your ass like graffiti and put that on my next CD My calico be loaded Lux so nigga you gon' get this work I can swag, I can surf, when I blast you get murked Put his ass in the dirt and now this fag on a shirt That's no joke, he got smoked, like a bag of that purp Its FGE and HF they know im flyer than em You can think you sweet if you want it you can come and try it nigga You're not a rider them Pradas don't come with tires nigga I'll put that heat to yo head hair blow dryer nigga Im Freddy Krueger mixed up with some Micheal Myers nigga Jeepers creepers and Jason yes im the flyest killer And I can back up all this shit that I talk Boy I've been fly for so long I forgot what it feels like to walk And I got super swag, I bet you hate mine Your girl all on my dick uh huh she wanna taste mine I get my Gucci belt, that bitch ain't gon' waste time Im on my iphone getting head; facetime Im at the side I ain't gotta let the nine pop Murder up put the beat in a pine box And as long as im living ima keep killing shit when I spit so never will crime stop They say im hot when im colder than a bomb pop Watch froze you would think I made time stop Chain swinging like its playing for white socks Come with the strap like a fresh pair of hot tops Whip fly like im sitting in the skybox Got eyes wide open like an eyedrop See im over you niggas like a eye dock You niggas couldn't be fly if she sky dropped Watch your chick cause the bitches on my cock Better keep an eye on it like a cyclops Cause if you dont then she coming back to my spot And ima fuck her like you never could why not A bitch nigga thats the shit I dont like A bunch of pussies acting hard thats what we call dykes Your bitch on the phone like: this nigga can't bone right Come get me that long pipe and i'll be in my zone like Cause bitch I ball like, the one they call mike 30 shots I let them bitches loose like a dog fight My bars cold, nigga Klondike No paper no pen nigga I don't write HUGH
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