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lirik lagu montana of 300 - been a beast

[chorus]
remember when i was hustlin’, strapped up packin’ poles?
spendin’ money on expensive clothes, flexin’ crackin’ hoes
stackin’ dough, rollin’ up on opps, lettin’ ratchets blow
i been a beast, ask the ones still livin’ and go ask they hoes
remember when i was hustlin’ strapped up packin’ poles?
spendin’ money on expensive clothes, flexin’ crackin’ hoes
stackin’ dough, rollin’ up on opps, lettin’ ratchets blow
i been a beast, ask the ones still livin’ and go ask they hoes (b-r-r-r-ah)

[verse 1]
these b-tches want me to crack (uh huh), because i look like a safe now
i’m not alone in my whip (huh?), i keep a bad b-tch with her face down
i wish a f-ck n-gga would trip, i’ll bus’ his -ss like a greyhound
i will shoot while you lay up, don’t play foul, you get boxed when i come through that’s takeout (woo!)
i had to fight a few gun cases, this rapper battle, no eight mile
i felt i was winnin’ because i was sendin’ and gettin’ that money, no paypal
always did my dirt by my lonely ’cause i heard n-ggas be singin’ like h-town
nowadays i feel like i’m lil’ weezy so please don’t make me pull a drac’ out (yeah)
i came a long way, young n-gga cryin’ and sniffin’, my mama gettin’ high in the kitchen
i made up my mind that i cannot die in the trenches, i told myself i’m on a mission
to go get that dough off the clients, supplyin’ the piff and invested in rhymin’ and spittin’
i went through the rain hopin’ the pain i was feelin’ would disappear like a magician
wasn’t scared of the fire, i been through all kinds of conditions, i’m thankful i’m not up in prison
i wanted a rollie, one with the diamonds that glisten, i had to get fly on them b-tches
wasn’t worried ’bout haters, i’m slidin’ with bl!ckers and after that probably gon’ slide in they b-tches
was squeezin’ them tools and it wasn’t no pliers i’m grippin’, this boss used to fire them b-tches

[chorus]
remember when i was hustlin’, strapped up packin’ poles?
spendin’ money on expensive clothes, flexin’ crackin’ hoes
stackin’ dough (uh huh), rollin’ up on opps, lettin’ ratchets blow
i been a beast, ask the ones still livin’ and go ask they hoes
remember when i was hustlin’ strapped up packin’ poles?
spendin’ money on expensive clothes, flexin’ crackin’ hoes
stackin’ dough, rollin’ up on opps, lettin’ ratchets blow
i been a beast, ask the ones still livin’ and go ask they hoes (b-r-r-r-ah)

[verse 2]
no shirt on, b-tch i’m tatted up, i never had good luck
start baggin’ up, sh-t start addin’ up, bank roll’s fat as f-ck
b-tches lookin’ while i’m p-ssin’ slow like, “there that b-st-rd go”
hop out drippin’ like a fashion show, you play, you gotta go
cl!ck-clack-boom! let that ratchet blow, that 40 sn-tch his soul
casket closed, them bullets hit his face, michael jackson nose
now sh-t gucci, my earrings say burr, had wh0r-s on me, no spurs
was flippin’ packs and ballin’ like i’m chef they can’t change who we were (nuh uh)
back in high school on a half a day, i was crackin’ b-tches while they folks was gone
little bad n-gga, but his dough long, i was movin’ grams, old folks home
i was grindin’ like a slow song, had to sit still when the dope was gone
pistol on my lap and both phones, wit’ a cutie with me, not four zones, huh
young n-gga lit with his dogs (dogs), hustlin’, riskin’ it all (it all)
he got back there we kickin’ in doors (in doors), takin’ your sh-t like a stall (stall)
big rims and tint on the car (car), we was just livin’ to ball (ball)
strapped up when we hit the mall, i ain’t duckin’ sh-t but the law

- lirik lagu montana of 300

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