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300baby - 300fr33styl3 2 lyrics

300fr33styl3 2 lyrics
[verse 1]:
ovo baby i got me a drake hit you up in your sh+t hit you in ya medulla
need a bad b+tch that be rapping like me but she can’t be skinny like she bktharula
lamest sh+t you could do is mess with me cause i got me a strap yeah i got me a

i gotta boot up
my n+ggas calling me number one shooter
she riding me while she standing like a scooter
i need me a watch i might hit up franck muller
don’t know why n+ggas hate when you get bands
you say you a hater, you really a fan
i think she a billie jean but her name anne
shе want me to get mad and i’m just like
ok and?
fl!cking my wrist, pеter pan
she said i’m that n+gga she said i’m the man
she said i’m the only one that she gon stan
spanish b+tch, sweet like some flan
you know what i mean
keep it a stack i’m so fresh and so clean
she asking too much i think she off a

[verse 2]:
i need a breather
keep it lowkey but i got me a heater
all white 90s they my everyday beater and i can’t have n0body else as a feature
it’s mister 300 it’s nice to meet ya
talk to me nice or you gon meet your maker
making plays up for may got me running on the field left and right i ain’t talking no baker (ha!)
200 for cologne smelling like whiskey
pockets too fat when i walk i be limping
remember when i was broke had a few people with me now everyone saying that i’m litty
hunnid for patches on my fitted hats
never cap my n+gga it’s just a fact
she wanted my black card to go up her white crack i said lil b+tch i ain’t never heard that
[verse 3]:
yea yea yea yea
keep a bad b+tch just in case you need top i just bought a new drop i swerved it out the lot
i see it i want it so ima go cop
i never mess with 12 they my only opps
if i took a pic with you probably gon crop and don’t act surprised my n+gga
don’t even act shocked
been a real n+gga since ‘shanti dropped foolish
call it k subi you n+ggas is clueless
ain’t getting money you n+ggas is useless
infinite money glitch infinite uses
i call your b+tch take a guess who she choosing
give her the addy she never refusing
beating it up i think i left some bruises but she want it all she a super seducer
nut in a hoe you gon end up on maury
making more money than n+ggas who working
driving fast cars and i tell em don’t worry but i need to be somewhere i’m in a hurry
you be capping ode i heard it from a birdie
sipping on wok i’m sipping on the dirty
never miss when i shoot i’m going 30 for 30 for 30 like curry

[verse 4]:
who you know watching my wife and kids while she sucking me up and she call me dad
you was just rapping about money now you asking for cash lil n+gga you going out sad
you was bout to cop some shoes but i got there first lil n+gga i know you mad
why would i love when a b+tch never love back stopping me from chasing a bag like track

- 300baby lyrics

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