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montana of 300 - versace (remix) lyrics

(300)
start stacking yo money stop spending that sh-t on that louis and gucci
i’m still in the good if i’m broke all the hoes in the building gone throw me that coochie
these haters be yapping and bluffing
acting the toughest but they can not fool me
i stay with that tooly, don’t play with me goofy,i shoot like i’m making a movie
please don’t run up on me got bread i got heat i promise i’m toasty
get hit with that 40
i knock you off yo feet and lay you right next to yo broskie
yellin free my og
mother f-ck the police
you n-ggas don’t know me i started with half of an oz
versace,versace
air jordan i’m scoring the oops they can’t stop me
mj in his prime i stay on my grind
moving weight like a dolly
bad little b-tch on my d-ck
beautiful face and a wonderful body
b-tch if you ain’t f-cking h-ll no we can’t kick it i don’t know karate
shout out to my jeweler i’m sliding on ice but i ain’t playing hockey
i promise i’m rocky keep my gun beside me so come try to rob me
this b-tch got a big clip inside it
when it let off b-tch yo whole cl!ck get demolished
that tough tony look don’t mean sh-t to me charlie
think sh-t a game till n-ggas get bodied
my n-ggas is wild gone off that loud
over here looking like mr. miyagi
you run up on us gun gonna bust
multiple shots you get popped like a molly
get hit with these sh-lls you gone take a l
i’m gonna raise h-ll like the illuminati
boy it’s not a probably
my murder my hobby
you get out your body you’re gonna get bodied
stampede threw your set just like jumanji
yo n-ggas is queer p-ssy in yo posey
i feel me with fear they fill up with tears
i soon as they hear i whacked you like a n-z-
yea that n-gga dead under the body
takes shots if you want to
i pop up like paparazzi
i stay with that glocky
be flashy and c-cky
flow colder then hockey
more checks then horrace
yea this n-gga paid
this n-gga made
and all of my shooters gone blow like grenades
we stay with them guns
and shine line the sun
if you can’t stand the heat you gone die in the shade
from the the pc so shout out to my jets
2820 south cal you met
straight off the low end
and when i start flowing you know ima go in like nothing but net
was up in the trap like i was caught in a net
waiting on the 1st of the month for them checks
my mom was a victim
cocaine in her system sometimes it felt like my og was possessed
young n-gga stressed
bad up in school acting a fool report card full of f’s
as i grew older i got a little wiser
opened my eyes and realized that i’m blessed
check out my chest
b-tch i’m the best
put so much work in i ain’t gotta flex
put me on a track and i bet i catch wreck
just bring bread and that beat ima put it to rest
make sure when you come that you coming correct
you gone show love or gone show me respect
anything less i’m uping that tech
it got one in the neck
you’ll get one in ya neck
i shot yo dog up so call me the vet
and if you keep on barking my n-gga you next
man you can’t trust this n-ggas can’t trust these b-tches
ever heard of a devil in a dress
ima big dog you is a poodle so be cool
i pull up in that 2 door they all on my you know
started from the bottom with oodles in noodles
with n-ggas who hustle moving weight like a sumo
swag on the honeys they loving it
they all on my d-ck they want some of it
id rather get money then f-ck a b-tch
but ima get money then f-ck a b-tch
might f-ck someone chick for the f-ck of it
her mouth on my pipe like a cluck and sh-t
all that was yo b-tch i didn’t even notice it
man that ho know she can suck a d-ck
everytime i hit the block
i keep a glock in the car for the opps
no ls but i’m whipping while i’m getting top
im ballin i’m tatted up feeling like i’m pac
picture me rollin while she blowing c-ck
she decent eating that d like a brot
you’ll think that i’m italian the way i be styling
now i’m finna crank it up just a notch
straight out chicago hip hop pic-sso
lyrically sick b-tch i kick it like taboo
when i step out look like i hit the lotto
gucci, louie , ralph lauren ferragamo
later that night i slide d-ck in a model
p-ssy so wet man that n-gga need goggles
sometimes i feel like a soprano
how i be strapped i feel like desperado
long 30 clip and it’s filled up with hollows
talking that sh-t and it’s clapping like bravo
got you ducking like you daffy and donald
body yo -ss then get to my dough
b-tch i ain’t rocko but i’m all about my nachos
doing muey colossal
just let that glock off (bang bang) and a f-ck n-gga top off
try to cross me like hot sauce
i swear to god y’all all y’all n-ggas act macho
especially when they with their vatos
i got them sh-lls if they say they want beef well come get you a taco
everywhere i go best believe i keep my toast p-ssy b-tch i can not go
fire like phyro
i shoot like my n-gga fonzo
b-tch n-ggas eyes closed
i think i’m pablo
mob still the motto
got a b-tch making drop offs tell her don’t nod off
i’m 55 with that work
call that sh-t cinco de mayo
b-tch i’m a mob boss

- montana of 300 lyrics

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