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prynce montana – hunned bars lyrics

[intro]
ahem, yeah man
n-ggas know what the f-ck it do, man
pmt, ya heard me?
raw mula, mula, that’s my gang
y’all n-ggas know what the f-ck it is, man
capo, y’all n-ggas know that, look

[verse 1]
we pull up, let them shots off and they ain’t pop back
but he was dissing on the instagram, tell him stop that
i pull up and let the glock off and he ain’t pop back
if ky tell me to get him, tell him that i got that n-gga
a hot n-gga, yeah, b-tch, i spit facts
all y’all n-ggas rats, tell them n-ggas get back
big racks, y’all p-ssy n-ggas don’t want problems
i’m a f-cking goblin, me and [?] be mobbin’
look, we ridin’ out, why these p-ssies hidin’ out
whoop his -ss like my son and put him in a time out
time out, game over, b-tch, all the games over
and i’m in the f-cking game until the f-cking game over
i want that motherf-cking bent, motherf-ck a range rover
and i’m still on these percs, tell my po i ain’t sober
and b-tch you know it’s beef, then this beef sh-t ain’t over
i’m the wrong one to f-ck with, sorry if i never told ya
while y’all was flexing for the gram, y’all was stunting on the net
i was riding ’round, lacing f-ck n-ggas with the tech
getting questioned for these murders, i ain’t never break a sweat
but if a n-gga diss the gang i make bezo break his neck, n-gga
i’m next, n-gga, the best n-gga you’ve ever seen
where the percs? i p-ss kyyngg the promethazine
they say i did it, stupid b-tch, i wasn’t even on the scene
yeah, look, look, yeah

[verse 2]
these n-ggas p-ssy, yeah, get up on my level
tell ky get the shovel, b-tch, i’m hotter than the devil, b-tch
and my po, she be tripping on some other sh-t
but let her know i still keep that metal, b-tch
it’s guns up, p-ssy, get your funds up
even when i’m in the club, i keep that f-cking gun tucked
walked up, get choked up, get your gang sparked up
we all in, ain’t no f-cking “i” in “team,” we all win
if you ever diss the gang, i got a bullet with your name
put this glizzy to your brain, these n-ggas dissin’ me for fame
f-ck, yeah, and ky, that my brother
and you’ll get your -ss hurt if you think you gon’ touch him, f-ck ’em
these n-ggas p-ssy hoes, fill ’em up with bullet holes
all these n-ggas sweet, call these p-ssy n-ggas tootsie rolls
huh, and they know i’m the sickest
stay the f-ck out your feelings, you’ll be cuffin’ these b-tches
you p-ssy, -ss, lil maf-cking n-gga
i got big gats, big stacks, big figures if a
n-gga dissing my gang, we get him
go and get that f-cking stick and let that ak split him, p-ssy

[outro]
mula, yeah, and we the f-cking gang
mula, yeah, and we the f-cking gang
p-ssy, yeah man, n-ggas know what the f-ck it is
pmt, raw gng, mula, b-tch

- prynce montana lyrics

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