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montana of 300 - whoopty remix lyrics

whoopty you know it’s bout to get spooky
rap god you know how i do beats
you know i get da snappin no qb
i stay fly i don’t walk on my two feet
i put ice on my b+tch like i’m mooky
i’m big papa whenever she juicy
yo b+tch wanna dip i got blue cheese
i don’t gotta sweat her no coogi
she say she wanna give me that coochie ,wanna scratch on my body like bruce lee
told her back dat ass up like i’m juve
might catch me in da vert wit da uzi
keep da stick in da car like i’m boosie
i might sl!ck wit da drake like i’m toosie
keep a nina on me like i’m drew breeze
that’s self murder how n+ggas accused me
you better duck down when i u.p
n+ggas scared of for they life look you dead in yo eyes and i’m closing them b+tches no boutique
you play and you done you gonna get sung we bring out them macs for you goofys
this 30 will spray ,you’ll get curried away i pull up like i’m steph i dont shoot 3’s
after so many shots they goin hang over and then imma pill out like a roofie
gotta jet on they ass no jacuzzi
i put holes in they top like a cufie
i don’t care bout yo bro and em stop hollering foe and em , 4 and em get zipped like a q.p
so tell yo whole cast that if they want a role then i’m shootin they ass like a movie
(swaged out )
before you can blink imma lash after hittin him up they’ll be zipping him up so i guess he up in his bag now
leave a n+gga sleeping now his n+ggas woke
heard the news and acted like i didn’t know
i be sonin n+ggas it ain’t different strokes
punchin on da mic i ain’t ridd+ck bowe
i be making money off of spittin crack every time i rap it’s like i’m dealing dope
way before the rappin i was doe green and purple buds look like piccolo
if it don’t make dollars then it don’t make sense got a n wit da green like kuhbreenee
use to stuff so much green i’m my louie and gucci sh+t they should of called me luigi
man it’s only right that i murder these rappers grew up listening to lil weezy
all of these famous rappers got trapped like a trick ,now they tryin to get out like houdini
had his b+tch on my tip when she seen me
she going do as i wish like a genie
i’m da n+gga his b+tch wanna please me
i ain’t worried bout her man he peewee
take his chick and i’m doing him greasy looking fa me he better be stevie, bus a cap at his top like a bennie
all my artist going spray no graffiti
you must of been drinking, do not get it twisted
my nina blue top like a fiji i don’t run to da net i keep one inna neck i put two inna wrapper no reesie‘s
he talking dat rah rah he must be out māthā
la cucaracha kick in his front door we up in his casa , yeah you no capasa choppas go blaka we blowing on ganja ,when my bullets fly n+ggas die like wabomba ,we x him out then we bounce like wakonda
(smoking dat zaza he must be out māthā la cucaracha kick in his front door we up in his casa , yeah you no capasa choppas go blaka we blowing on ganja , when my bullets fly nights die like wabomba we x him out then we bounce like wakonda , smoking dat zaza he must be out māthā la cucaracha kick in his front door we up in his casa , yeah you no capasa talking dat rah rah he must be out māthā la cucaracha kick in his front door no [?] rap allahu akbar)

- montana of 300 lyrics

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