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montana of 300 & talley of 300 feat. $avage & no fatigue - fge cypher كلمات الأغنية

young n-gg- bought a bag i was trappin’ hard way before the booth, n-gg-
drug deals, hand in hand, i could turn a half ounce into 2, n-gg-
who the f-ck is you, n-gg-?
m.o.b no new n-gg-s
up the burner, no construction worker when i put this hammer to your roof, n-gg-
i’m strapped i might clap, nah we don’t clap but believe that
one in the head, imma squeeze that
i been c-cked, like t-mac
fly guy, where your wings at?
b-tches love me like i sing pop
wanna be fly? let that thing pop
give a n-gg- wings like wing stop
40 cal that’s always
nine milly with the green dot
two guns, so that’s two b-ttons, at the same time like a screenshot
he got that steel with him
every n-gg- with him gon’ drill with him
long clip, 30 rounds for ’em
dig a hole in the ground for ’em
send a n-gg- to the heaven’s gates
tryna cross eyes like kevin gates
choppa sing like mary j
hit the full house except mary kate
growing up in that section 8
coming home late like everyday
og told me pray for the better days
now it’s 14 karats on my bezel face
squad!

let me take over real quickie
get in my glo for a minute
now these n-gg-s sour like lemon
a dog but no coward up in ’em
he think he superman he got that howard up in ’em
i groove, austin powers up in ’em
stand tall like a tower
straight out his head like a shower
like [?]
yeah
n-gg-s pockets get slim
they start acting shady, like eminem n-gg-s crazy
that’s why bro said, always keep protection, and let it blow like a a/c
if bro f-ck around, put holes [?]
put holes in that boy like a basket
hope that you back ’em
he could take 5 like the jacksons
on a rampage like jackson
i’m at the top like a caption
just listen here
i’m in control
i like to steer
i like to switch up the gear
wait til i drop like a tear
swear i be fresh
this what i’m rocking on [?]
if she like to trip, then she not what i like, tell her to exit like the top right
like an officer telling the truth, i swear this lil fifth that i copped right
when your chick see me, she stare, like she was testing her eyesight
give me brain, then just leave the skull, so yeah i know what her mind like
i’m flyer than any handle
i’m tryna see what her friend ‘bout
yeah i’m the sh-t what you sayin’ though?
like a bright color i stand out
they throwin’ shade like a lamp now
b-tches p-ssed in public, like lilly
cause i’m fresh as f-ck, like billy
nowadays, these hoes silly
i just tell ’em pop it like a wheelie
your b-tch let me hit like a single
she not even single
i won n-gg-, bingo
that’s how you know she not a keeper
if you want a feature pay me like a meter
slide in, no skates
in her mouth, colgate
lotta numbers, no safe
run up on me, more tape

this is the sh-t that them haters never wanted to happen
i’m quarterbackin’, i get to snappin, i’m more than rappin
i’m more than greatness, i’m kobe bryant and jordan clashin
no they can’t stop me, i’m scoring backwards, i’m pourin’ p-ssion
if shorty yappin, then shorty cappin and want that action
my 40 blastin, them bullets singing like toni braxton
say you gon’ murder me, i do that first degree
them bullets inside my clip extended like 30 deep
i’ll murk you quick i’m montana from planet mercury
come out the cut like a doctor, master for surgery
i’m going in, i’m good from wherever, like stephen curry 3
take yo life call that burglary, white sheets on you turn burgundy
yo b-tch sensing my currency, feeling me like she searching me
shawty mouthin me perfectly, my d-ck turned into hercules
come with that bag if you plan to purchase a verse from me
got bills to pay and 2 kids to feed, i don’t work for free
i’m who these labels can’t stifel, rap god i hold the t-tle
ghostwrite for god like the prophets that wrote the holy bible
i’m satan’s rival if you despiteful that’s suicidal
you got dead homies, i reunite you don’t mean to fight you
but watch who you lie to, once lightning strikes you dead on arrival
this king of pop call me michael, his pyt could die to
but i turnt his hoe into my disciple, she said i’m vital
c-cking his b-tch like a rifle, ride me like motorcycles
ralph lauren, jordan’s, bandana on me i feel like ryu
my n-gg-s fly too, it’s fge, we hip hops revival
god!

- montana of 300 talley of 300 feat avage no fatigue

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