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3l - cbg montana lyrics

(intro):
i’ma pop my sh*t every time
f*ck all these hating ass n*ggas and all these poe ass b*tches
i’m 3l, 3lyfe x cbg, you know what the f*ck going on

(verse):
put a switch, on the bl!ck tryna knock down the whole crew
n*ggas gossip like b*tches, but that’s just what hoes do
hit your block in a horse, get to yelling out yee*haw
try to aim for his head, f*ck around, blow his knee out
posted out north, on the 3hree, with some head*hunters
how you screaming, 3k, p*ssy you ain’t never k!lled none
ant got his face took, we smoking him everynight
tried to go left, but we played his ass dеad right
hop out on feet, trying to run some sh*t down
n*ggas play with 3l, and got turned to a gram
catch one lack at thе store, jb hop out and spray him
and you b*tches die too, ain’t n0body getting spared
if it’s snoop on the hit, talk to god, better pray
it’s a cold blooded war, in the jack, ain’t n0body saying
lg, chop, and john, i’ll k!ll whoever bout him, risk it all for them b*tch
you n*ggas broke as the f*ck, y’all ain’t having no motion, you n*ggas pathetic
say they want war with 3l, we pressing the issue, go tell them we ready
ain’t ducking no static, the opps keep dying, n*gga, that smoke getting heavy
team full of motherf*cking k!llers, robbers, shooters, trappers, and felons
hop out the back of the car, trying to run that boy down
for that sh*t he was saying
how you a shooter, you never got off, had your gun in your hand, but you ran
got my foot on they neck, i’m p*ssing them off, cause this sh*t is never stopping
rich off swiping, and trapping little n*gga, them racks can’t even fit in my pocket
run down, hit that boy in the stomach
he on a sh*t bag, now he breathing funny
dissing on john, he must wanna die young
boy, your mama ain’t raise no dummie
and long live lg, a real street legend, he put plenty motherf*ckers in that grave
hit your block in a scat, trying to catch us a hat, catch that body, then go make a play
(interlude):
bodies, we having plenty of them, we having plenty of them
motion, we having plenty of it, we having plenty of it
b*tches, we having plenty of them, we having plenty of them
fast cars, we having plenty of them, we having plenty of them
blood, we drawing plenty of it, we drawing plenty of it
fullies, we having plenty of them, we having plenty of them
b*tches, we having plenty of them, we having plenty of them
bodies, we dropping plenty of them, we dropping plenty of them
we the ones getting active in the city n*gga
we the ones walking down getting rid of n*ggas
we the ones having motion n*gga f*ck the opps
make a diss, p*ss me off, i’ma spin the block
we the ones turning n*ggas into caspers
hop out, run down, then blast them
we the ones in the city getting active
we the ones in the city getting active

(outro):
i be trying to tell these motherf*ckers in the city
name another group of young n*ggas doing big sh*t like us
they can’t
we the ones doing this sh*t man
we the ones putting on for thee city
we got the city terrified, do you f*cking hear me
and we still standing on top of sh*t, still standing on top of business
f*ck a n*gga hoe, n*ggas ain’t on sh*t, do you hear me
we the ones getting active in the city n*gga, do you hear me
cbg x 3lyfe b*tch

- cbg montana lyrics

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