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montana of 300 – panda (remix) lyrics

[intro: montana of 300]
fge sh-t
fire in the church
and all that
may 20th
this why they call me the f-ckin’ rap god, man

[verse 1: montana of 300]
tony mon-tana
and bro done got blown with the blamma
i freed all the guys out the slamma
i came with that bag like i’m santa
two straps on my hip like a pamper
try to check us, get popped like a fanta
i will slide with that pole like a dancer
come up outta that tent like a camper
dressed up in all black like a panther
i’m creepin’ and crawlin’, no tarantula
bandana my face in a flag
choppa singin’ the national anthem
i’m shootin’ sh-t, cannon
the clip’s in a shape like banana
he got only one watch in his grammar
b-tch i think i’m thor with the hammer
a.i. what i nicknamed my gun
and yo’ question, i stay with the answer
in the field, i will leave yo’ -ss lyin’
in a hole, you get buried like sanders
oh, i could black both of your eyes
leave your b-tch -ss lookin’ like a panda
i get green like the hulk, no atlanta
right after they check out my lines like a scanner
got your b-tch on my d-ck, i can’t stand her
i hit now she think she all that like, imagine?
yeah, you know i ball like evander
and she call me daddy like i’m danny tanner
the p-ssy pink like she fight cancer
i let that b-tch give me top on the camera
went downside from me like alabama
i came and i made that b-tch step like the gamma

[bridge: montana of 300]
it’s too f-ckin’ easy!
get off me!
i’m just getting warmed up in this mothaf-cka’
wooh!
wooh!
wooh!
wooh!

[verse 2: montana of 300]
turned off her phone to make you think that her phone dead
she grabbed my gucci belt buckle, i told her “go ahead”
she ate my d-ck and nicknamed it big daddy long legs
she gave me dome so long, i called her conehead
you a send-off
you be taking orders, good burger n-gg-
old broke -ss, pockets hurtin’, n-gg-
is you fat or skinny buddy sherman n-gg-
i discourage n-gg-s, then dirt a n-gg-
klay thompson got the stephen curry with ’em
that’s a warrior we got with a 30 with em
boy this ain’t a game, i ain’t [?], n-gg-
get rappers’ head like a turban, n-gg-
make ’em feel the heat like a furnace, n-gg-
if i wave it at em like a current, n-gg-
then he catchin’ bullets, michael irvin, n-gg-
with his magazine from this ratchet scene
ain’t no calories, i’ll burn a n-gg-
put yo’ greasy -ss in a f-ckin’ box
that’s churches, n-gg-, i done murdered n-gg-s
if i’m lyin’, then god can come strike me down
when i come up they gon’ invite me out
stay online talkin’ sh-t ’till i sign ’em out
had to check ’em, i took ’em to nike town
and these b-tches, they wanna be wifey now
i just did nine shows, that’s ninety thou(sand)
i be trippin’, i know they don’t like me now
somebody please come and wipe me out
i’m on the air no baseline
with a hoodie on like trayvon
i’ll shorten up your lifespan, i don’t waste time to come take time
my 40 singin’, thats akon
i’m a real shoota, f-ck james bond
no screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, that’s facetime
back to the green, like draymond
whoo!
but see me, i don’t play no f-ckin’ games
you a goofy [?] from the f-ckin’ lame
you wanna ride on my d-ck for some f-ckin’ fame
get sent out from your block, that’s a f-ckin’ shame
even you know you not in my f-ckin’ lane
i pulled up on you n-gg-s like birdman
and you know not to play with my f-ckin’ name
i know god gon’ be real disappointed in me
if i choose to come blow out ya f-ckin’ brains
do yo’ p-ssy -ss like i did what’s-his-name
take his -ss out the f-ckin’ game
you a toy boy you ain’t got buzz
you ain’t hard, n-gg- you a fake woody
cook his soft -ss like some baked cookies
zip his body up like a bape hoodie
my lyrics dope, i got crack for the fiends
he thought he could see me, he imagining things
he ain’t enough cash to come clash with the king
while you boys was sleepin’, i mastered yo’ dreams
i’m swaggin’, i’m saucin’, my fashion look clean
i come through with some sh-t that you haven’t seen
you gotta be sick, all you do is ride d-cks
someone go get this p-ssy some v-g-n-l cream
they call me [?], got that strap in my jeans
i’m abdul jabbar, cause i’m after kareem
if he crosses the line, then my bullets flyin’
i’ll give him all 50 like he zach lavine
boy, you just a actor that rap like hakeem
don’t make me come down like the wrestler sting
take l’s like a knight when i slide like a bishop
i’ll checkmate your king then sn-tch up your queen
i’m bout to blow like they p-ssed me the green
just got some new gadgets it’s a mac with a beam
my gauge is fantasia, whenever i sing
get wet with this pump when it spits gasoline
see, when it come down to them bars
b-tch i got a whole buncha’ lotta’ sh-t
you can pay for this knowledge with scholarships
rap god givin’ hip hop it’s oxygen
they find it astonishing
every line, he’s been prime like he optimus
shine like he polished himself
had to grind to the top
he’s been blessed, he’s the best
he’s like jordan in ’96
fge who we rockin’ with
record labels mad cause he ain’t signin’ sh-t
i thank god that i don’t owe n-body sh-t
flow with an old soul like a moccasin
go tell ‘ye that i’m killin desiigner’s sh-t
i just bear hugged a panda then bodied it
you irrelevant, you talk a lotta sh-t
you should write a book called “how to ride a d-ck”
man he fresh, i be on some big timer sh-t
b-tches hope i’m signin’ with my hockey stick
my 40 got 30 inside of it
it got mr. miyagi’s karate kick
i’ll blast off, shoot you up like a rocket ship
bullets bust in yo’ face like you poppin’ zits
with them guns and big clubs he be droppin’ sh-t
zip you up like a onesie, i’m poppin’ sh-t

[outro: montana of 300]
montana, i’m the rap god
them bars cold, every line hot
fire in the church, sorry for the wait
had to put the panda in a pine box
squad!

- montana of 300 lyrics

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