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montana of 300 - milly rock (remix) lyrics

[verse]
that beef with me ain’t even nice
i got big guns, no need to fight
see my dark side then see the light
nail his -ss down jesus christ
slide back the doors on that van shooting
i’m throwing bullets like cam newton
i’ll milly rock when my semi pop
and this b-tch spitting like remy ma
rap god i’ma warn ya, i’ma bless ya, i’ma teacher
when they see your gr-ss is greener fake n-ggas gone try to team up
yea my pockets johnnie cena
i get paid off shows and features
before that, sold pounds of reefer
use to serve more than serena
i got teardrops on my fingers
30 in my nina
this b-tch sing like selena
take your block out like it’s jenga
then i watch them b-tches fall just like august no alsina
i watch the news with all my goons and then we laugh just like hyenas
white sheets on them n-ggas look like i just k!lled the klan though
now all his friends and famo bluer than orlando
fge for life b-tch, you know what that stand for
and everytime we step we be strapped like a sandal
they lock me and foe nem up, threw us in that can though
i bonded everybody out, got us out that jam though
they say i stay fly, i say i don’t know how to land though
don’t play no instruments but i be playing with them bandz though
doors up like a lambo, this remix for my fans though
my merchandise be selling, had to ship it like a d-mn boat
his b-tch on my d-ck because she know that i’m the man though
she grabbed it like a handle then, blew me like a fan though
she like the way i f-ck, i stroke that p-ssy like a banjo
and come up out that water and start bussin’ like i’m rambo
muhf-ckers mad ’cause i f-ckin’ gas, every track i f-ckin’ spazz
i’m bodying it like trunk his -ss, i treat the beat like my punching bag
paper, i chase it like that’s who i bank with
i’m winning, i’m eating, everyday’s a banquet
take notes b-tch no waitress, i’m cut like i weight lift
f-ck twelve and they bracelets, my wrist game on cake mix
if my gun drawn, not erasing sh-t
we got one when that b-ss hit
i put that 30 to ’em, i tote big clips like blake griff
bars back to back, no drake diss
i’m greatness, embrace this
fire in the church, b-tch, my album drop may 6
squad!

- montana of 300 lyrics

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