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lirik lagu montana of 300 - fge cypher, pt. 2 (feat. talley of 300, savage, j real & no fatigue)

body after body all i know is murder
i’m from the darkside
if i had to draw cert, life ????
drop it on y’all side
thats why i try hard to not get involved
and stay under gods lie
when i promise tomorrow just sawr? at their face
and pray for those lost eyes
n-gg-s playing games with this sh-t
why im hopin brains will get hit
i target minds i ain’t talkin sh-lls
but i really aim in this spit
whats your direction n-gg-
do you know where you heading n-gg-
hope its to the cheddar n-gg-
then the heaven n-gg- or whatever
but can’t be around me if you don’t want better n-gg-
yea i know i’m ahead of n-gg-s
and i don’t embellish, n-gg-
i try not to embarr-ss n-gg-s
but sometimes i can’t help it’s not in my character
?????
i said thank god i ain’t kickin in doors no more
emptying poles no more
50s on the road do hoe
it ain’t nothing to blow your show
but i’m in it to go get the cash
give and get the love tryin to reach the fans
motivate they plans
give em what i can
give em to the man
hopin they advance
cuz with no delay i’m gone
i’m grown, i’m glowin
if its war b-tch then i’m blown
no rims n-gg- i’m scorin
my wings up b-tch i’m soarin
fge poppin thats corn
and they knowing
we got it f–king going on and thats p-rn n-gg-

i’m the n-gg- with the wings
and i lift em up, middle fingers up
to the ppd, 309 pistol county where i’m from
sip a lotta lean
roll a lotta gas do a lotta drugs
if i want ya boys bands i hit him up
it’ll be 2k that’ll split him up
call my n-gg- real
ima get the back you gon get the front
bandannas like montanas over my face when i hit em up
roll on em like alabama
once i up seven better give it up
like a 6-4
drop his top then put em in the trunk
better get low
fore the fifth blow
blowin big dro
36 os
shout out big moe
that my big bro
momma told me how these n-gg-s switch though
keep a big a pole
with extendos
like a joystick
on nintendos
like i’m workin in the drive through
give it to em right through the window
chopper spray
bodies drop
n-gg-s ride away
where i’m from its the slums, n-gg-
get theyself f–ked up a lotta ways
i ain’t saying that you gotta pray
but i seen it coming like a mile away
i’m just saying what i got to say
prolly not today
but every motherf–ker got a day

picture me rollin like 2pac
out the window blowin two glocks
pullin up like tube socks
with more ratchets than a toolbox
ain’t a rapper, b-tch i’m a shooter
your b-tch she gonna suck like a loser
slug me up like looters?
then its back gettin that mulah, yea
tip toe to that cash
til that front door
then its kick door
while i grip pole for that cash
h-ll no i don’t need no mask
n-gg-s hoes they already know
they don’t want me up foldin em on that -ss
in that 4-door with the 4-0
hop out blowin at they -ss
acting like i never had sh-t
cuz i never ever had sh-t
and after every show i got a bad b-tch
touching on me like a tablet
yea that b-tch she on me
she just prolly wanna meet tony
but you know the rules
gotta meet broski
then broski and broski

blowin power puff with these b-tches nice
sugar with the spice
ima get em right
coming from the bottom like some f–king ice
see the green clear like a f–kin sprite
when i hit the booth it don’t be nothin nice
and b-tches want the d i got a couple hypes
they gonna let me hit like a bunch of likes
when she throw it back like a bunch of hikes
tell bud he better be wiser before he get hit in his six pack
?
that’ll make a p-ssy n-gg- sit back
he can get that forty like he bet a dub
he can get that forty like he bet on one
i bet i be hotter if he bet the sun
had to branch off from the separate ones
see that boy ridin like a street sign?
we gon give that p-ssy boy a peace sign
all these b-tches want me like iphones
tell her slide on me i need ihome
in your ho’s-tel no room b
still slidin no room key
your b-tch suck like they boo-ing
n-gg-s mad at me like oooo-weee
young boy cool like the 3-cs
met a pretty girl with the 3-bs
spray in his house like fa-breeze
mask on, n-gg- can’t see me
i don’t rock with n-gg-s cuz they off beat
i be talkin money n-gg-s talk cheap
i be in her mouth like false teeth
then i’m in between like flossing
roll up smoking with these bs
i hit that b-tch in the eve
she shake it like tambourine
i just had to hit and run
hope she don’t say please when i leave?
i ball i pull up like a sleeve
her p-ssy ?? like that lean
touchin my chest cuz i’m king
she wanna search just like bling
now that b-tch got what she need
ballin, but not in the league

fire in the church
there is liars in the church
scratch the surface find a diamond in the dirt
you gotta grind until it hurts
i am triumphed and diversed
flow rare, unfair might start a riot with this verse
i will father like mufasa until i’m lyin in the he-rs-
drive your lioners berzerk
i see clients in my merch
ok, i’m breaded b-tch
you know i’m breaded like mozzarella sticks
godly, how is he heaven sent but so devilish
the coldest flow, colder than any eskimos ever been
was sellin sh-t
i served for 8 years i felt like the president
been nailin sh-t
you’ll get off tonight like you workin second shift
wings up, i pray to the merciful and beneficent
i second guess the message
the truth ain’t never pleasant
the futures present hip hops alive and resurrected
play with me and i’m ???
it gets uglier than carrot top
leave her p-ssy bl–dy like its cherry popped
six feet deep three pair of socks
put em in the ground thats deep rooted
we keep winnin y’all keep losin
we don’t twitter beef b-tch we shootin
all kinda clips come preview it
this clip in my ak got 50 in it thats g-unit
got another clip with a hundred rounds
that got more in it thats 3 stooges
plus 30 in my dez eagle
turn em into red people
whack em while their jewelry on
n-gg- icy(i see) dead people
glock sing when the mops ring
lay em down first like a box spring
had to sauce on em like some hot wings
we be goin in like a swat team

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