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flooded the land - montana of 300 lyrics

[chorus]
b*tch, i was the plug, i been touching them bands
i was moving them drugs, i was flooding the land
no more adding up grams, now i rap and got fans
i still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don’t wanna dance
b*tch, i was the plug, i was touching them bands
i was moving them drugs, i was flooding the land
no more adding up grams, now i rap and got fans
i still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don’t wanna dance

[verse 1]
i got this b*tch on my hip now, you don’t wanna dance, i ain’t chris brown
had a house full of sticks like the three little pigs, i ain’t woofin’, i been blowin’ sh*t down
daddy told me to shoot if sh*t get foul
i got paid like the opera for getting loud
what you know about tic*tac*toe, had my ex’s put o’s into big pounds
all the drugs that i sold, shh, i’m lucky n0body told
supplying the buyers, no washer and dryer, was moving them loads
on the phone i was sneezing and coughing, i was talking in codes
now i’m selling out shows, players club, i got poles
put a end to your life you don’t wanna start
i’ma aim at your circle, not throwing darts
don’t you know that my chopper do open*hеart?
if i snap i’ma drop ’em, no owen hart
b*tches want mе to cut, yeah i know i’m sharp
need a rug and a carpet, my flow is hard
i’m backstage with the gang the fans screaming my name loud as f*ck, they can’t wait for my show to start
i was making a k!lling off drugs i was dealing, i flooded the land like i’m noah’s ark
used to so much love to my clientele, i was frontin’ them b*tches, not rosa parks
told them pull in the alley, pop open your trunk, had the whip gettin’ pounds like i’m towing cars
i was touching that cash, luggage up in the back, tryna get me an m like the golden arch
[chorus]
b*tch, i was the plug, i been touching them bands
i was moving them drugs, i was flooding the land
no more adding up grams, now i rap and got fans
i still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don’t wanna dance
b*tch, i was the plug, i was touching them bands
i was moving them drugs, i was flooding the land
no more adding up grams, now i rap and got fans
i still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don’t wanna dance

[verse 2]
this n*gga’s in paris, designer from france
i’m drippin’ dressing, hoes on me, no ranch
i don’t need no advance, i’m a rider like lance, i came out of that dirt with the pot like i’m plants
i will pull up with them trees in the trunk, never leave my house without that stick like a branch
35 haters, my shot like durant’s, we pull up and pop ’em, then roll like we xans
a young n*gga loving life, tryna make sure my brothers right
know when you leave the crib you might not make it back, kiss your babies and hug ’em tight
i was risking my freedom and life, pray my kids never have to know what it’s like
them pounds came in 20’s compressed in a box, broke ’em down with a b*tter knife
i was connected to plug, no appliance
forty cal’ on me while serving my clients
i keep that b*tch on me when i’m in public, whenever i’m driving it sit on my private
ain’t nothing change but my motherf*ckin’ number
ate with my team, i feel like kobe bryant
i’m fly with my guys, i feel like i’m goliath
you k!ll one of mines we gon’ do more than riot
pull up in the foreign, the pipes on it roarin’, got top from his main and you know i ain’t lying
your life will get cancelled, the beef will get handled, boy this ain’t a sample you don’t wanna try it
strap on my shoulder, like andre the giant
i’ll let this chopper dissect him, no science
wet up his shirt, air him out like he’s drying
i caught a few bodies, my opps can’t deny it
[chorus]
b*tch, i was the plug, i been touching them bands
i was moving them drugs, i was flooding the land
no more adding up grams, now i rap and got fans
i still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don’t wanna dance
b*tch, i was the plug, i was touching them bands
i was moving them drugs, i was flooding the land
no more adding up grams, now i rap and got fans
i still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don’t wanna dance

- montana of 300 lyrics

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