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ooouuu (remix) - montana of 300 lyrics

[intro: montana of 300]
rap god, man, fge sh-t, man. you already know what it is man
you already know why i’m here, man
i ain’t like this f-cking beat. only doing this sh-t cause my fans asked me
in the studio, eating halls and sh-t. still sick with this sh-t

[verse 1: montana of 300]
these haters on my d-ck p-ss em off
take a pic with his b-tch flick him off
these rappers trying to steal my swag get the sauce
sold they soul for a loan n-gg-s lost
i was lit like a new torch,streets was my new sport
belt buckle double g’s like two forks
was drug dealing freakin balling like i was too $hort
was serving n-gg-s in the mall like a food court
deuce 5 on me i was derrick rose in new york
had to put some squares in a box like some newport’s
i grew older and my heart got colder
and my mind got stronger
and my money got longer
and them b-tches got naked,and them people started hatin’
and my guns got bigger,so my flow got sicker
let me tell you about this young cat,i always used to front packs
was known for poking n-gg-s for that paper like a thumbtack
i told them come rap, stop hangin with them dumb cats
it’s free j real until the day my n-gg- comeback
i used to pull up on the block with the b-ss banging
big strap hug a n-gg- like he waist training
i catch you clowns running around get your face painted
i put the chrome to his dome cause i hate aiming
10k for a show, you better hurry before the price change up
rap god the life bringer,the life changer
i hope they pull it, 30 bullets in my banger
versace shoes on looking like the white ranger
and these b-tches not my problem they ain’t stressing me
b-tch if you not my you b-tch you can’t question me
and shawty wanna blow my whistle she be beggin me
you call her stephanie?, i call her referee
shawty got that fire head that’s a specialty
head down between my legs ooouuu pedigree
kp just called said he got another check for me
like why you keep on sonning them i should get a vasectomy
flow heavenly g.o.d. keep on blessing me
on my legacy
saucing they want the recipe
i’m flyer then a frisbee got all the b-tches fetching me
and your b-tch like my song she know every word like a spelling bee
boy i swear we will be nothing breathing ahead of me
came a long way from selling weed, wetting sh-t like the 7 seas
stacking dough,and cracking hoes filling n-gg-s with jealousy
way before the felony’s had these b-tch n-gg-s scared of me
i promise if you threaten me, when i see you you better be ready to back it up because i’m on your heels like i’m beverly
killing the infidelity,after u like the letter v
gun smoking so much i think god might just be inhaling me
my swagger said,might bag ya b-tch
go through walls like casper sh-t
might sent her back after i hit,then go home to the baddest b-tch
thats savage sh-t,i spaz and sh-t
rap god to some i’m blasphemous
i’ve mastered this,they mad as sh-t
they can’t stand me like kapernick
i’ve p-ssed the grace,[?]
my wrist matches michael jackson’s kicks
that 40 in my lap and sh-t,no poking me like cactus’s
and no more moving packages
i’m stacking chips,my cash is thick
they broke as h-ll but paying t-thes
reason there pastor is rich
pole inside my jumpsuit look like i be running track and sh-t
this 30 be my magic stick
i shoot like i’m t mack with it
catch an opp in traffic like lebron you know i’m [?] and sh-t don’t joke and play,just hope and pray one day i don’t go back to this
[?] fly in the front on some dumbo sh-t
b-tch i’m flying until i die on my nutso sh-t
now run and tell all your friends how i went nuts on this
i’m cutthroat b-tch,i promise i don’t trust no b-tch
and i ain’t even gotta meet her i can f-ck your b-tch
balling like krillin bet i cut like a destructo disc
you play with mines i’m on your -ss f-ck all that humble sh-t
the greatest p-ssy never seen a killer come so quick
look out the window hanging longer then rapunzel sh-t
it go braaaaaaattt until my gun go click
p-ssy’s always in there feelings about something i said
yelling “gang,gang,gang” until one of them dead
you gotta brain better use it or get one in the head
i got killers like p-rn stars there gonna come for the bread
but i’m so independent with it i’m coming with it instead
i’ll pop you up until you drop like you was jumping in bed
go wash my hands after i leave the scene covered in red
then kiss my momma on the head and tuck my sons into bed
caught em lackin’ up in traffic and got clean on em
ease on em,let my trigger finger squeeze on em
put that pressure on the n-gg- like it’s weed on em
smoked his -ss,hit the gas(vroom), speed on em
[outro: montana of 300]
demons dressed as friends better watch them they envious
don’t doubt the god alb-m dropping may 20th
these haters on my d-ck p-ss, em off
they never..whatchu’ thought
[?]
hater’s on my d-ck,p-ss em off

- montana of 300 lyrics

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