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montana of 300 - dirty dancin' lyrics

[montana of 300]

[hook]

shawty go nuts she go crazy
i got these b-tches wet cause i’m wavy
they wanna go have for a baby
i can’t f-ck with you b-tch you fugaze
i will drip on a b-tch like i’m raining
i got guns like i’m up in the navy
keep 1 on me like tracy mcgrady
dirty dancin’ b-tch i’m patrick swayze
[x2]

[verse 1]

ak-47 spit, yo whip doing flips
lots of bananas in my hammers, i got fruity clips
wet em up and leave em soaked, i got too much drip
it can’t fit down your b-tch throat, i got too much d-ck
slide on ice like a sled with em
bout to ball on these hoes like i cut off my dreads n-gg-
i will crack like an egg n-gg-
bag yo lil chick let her ride me like pegs n-gg-
f-ck with me end up dead n-gg-
put a cap to yo chest like you sayin the pledge n-gg-
or wake up with this tray in your face with no time to say grace
this that breakfast in bed n-gg-
they say i was a menace like dennis is
came a long way from trappin and hittin licks
makin moves so my family can benefit
even the paralyzed say that they feelin this
no bruce jenner fool n-gg- you been a b-tch
and your girl treat my d-ck like it’s licorice
first she blow me and then i slide in b-tch i been in that game like my name sega genesis
if you start with a gangster i’ll finish it
put an end to sh-t then i’ll act innocent
i come through with the glocks to put you in a box
i’m not ups but i be sending sh-t
if i fly through your crib then i’m giving your whole family boxes like i was saint nicholas
up this ratchet it savage like randy i keep that b-tch with me like her name elizabeth

[hook]

[verse 2]

n-gg-s act when i ahsta
gangsta imposta
better stop lyin mufasa
he don’t know how i creep and i pop up
or how i think i’m a three headed monsta
all my guns they got kick ain’t no soccer
all my bullets gon sing like the opera
i come through with this choppa
when it go blaka
it turn your brains into pasta
my broski just sold me a fresh glock
green light on that b-tch like an xbox
i pull up and hop out no rest stop
and then i throw bullets like prescott
i keep a bandana like xpac
bandanas and guns like i’m rambo
i never run out of ammo
i got more soul than a dance floor
no b-tch i cannot be your man though
you know i stay lit like a candle
20 bands up in my pants ho
i got my dough up like a lambo
from the slaughterhouse boy i will slaughter you
bangers and b-tches on me when i’m walking through
you get wet like poseidon when i come through
slide and your death will be so mythological
i got bodies so watch who you talking to
those who play will get changed like an audible
i put all of you up in an article
then go sauce on your b-tch honey barbecue
so shawty go nuts she went crazy
she was cleaning my pipe tryna drain me
money changing but i’m still the same me
when them f-ck n-gg-s die boy they blame me

[hook]

- montana of 300 lyrics

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