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Montana of 300
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Panda
FGE shit Fire in the Church And all that May 20th This why they call me the fuckin' rap god, man
Tony Mon-tana And bro nem 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' shit, candid The clip's in a shape like banana He got only one watch in his grammar Bitch 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' ass lyin' In a hole, you get buried like Sanders Oh, I could black both of your eyes Leave your bitch ass lookin' like a panda I get green like the hulk, no Atlanta Right after they check out my lines like a scanner Got your bitch on my dick, I can't stand her I hit now she think she all that like Amanda Yeah, you know I ball like Evander And she call me daddy like I'm Danny Tanner The pussy pink like she fight cancer I let that bitch give me top on the camera Went down south from me like Alabama I came and I made that bitch step like the gamma
It's too fuckin' easy! Get off me! I'm just getting warmed up in this mothafucka' Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Wooh!
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 dick 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 nigga Old broke ass, pockets hurtin', nigga Is you fat or skinny Buddy Sherman nigga I discourage niggas, then dirt a nigga 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 through with a nigga Get rappers' head like a turban, nigga Make 'em feel the heat like a furnace, nigga If I wave it at em like a current, nigga Then he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin, nigga With his magazine from this ratchet scene Ain't no calories, I'll burn a nigga Put yo' greasy ass in a fuckin' box That's churches, nigga, I done murdered niggas If i'm lyin', then God can come strike me down When I come up they gon' invite me out Stay online talkin' shit 'till i sign 'em out Had to check 'em, I took 'em to Nike town And these bitches, they wanna be wifey now I just did nine shows, that's ninety thou(sand) I be drippin', I know they don't like me now Somebody please come and wipe me out I'm on the air no baseline Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com With a hoodie on like Trayvon I'll shorten up your lifespan, I don't waste time to come take time Black 40 singin', thats Akon I'm a real shoota, fuck 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 fuckin' games You a goofy, a buford from the fuckin' lame You wanna ride on my dick for some fuckin' fame Get sent out from your block, that's a fuckin' shame Even you know you not in my fuckin' lane I pulled up on you niggas like Birdman And you know not to play with my fuckin' name I know God gon' be real disappointed in me If I choose to come blow out ya fuckin' brains Do yo' pussy ass like I did What's-His-Name Take his ass out the fuckin' game You a toy boy you ain't got Buzz You ain't hard, nigga you a fake Woody Cook his soft ass 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 shit that you haven't seen You gotta be sick, all you do is ride dicks Someone go get this pussy some vaginal cream They call me Jabos, 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 a 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 snatch up your queen I'm bout to blow like they passed 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 Bitch I got a whole buncha' lotta' shit 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' shit I thank God that I don't owe nobody shit Flow with an old soul like a moccasin Go tell 'Ye that I'm killin Desiigner's shit I just bear hugged a panda then bodied it You irrelevant, you talk a lotta shit You should write a book called 'How to Ride a Dick' Man he fresh, I be on some Big Tymer shit Bitches 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' shit Zip you up like a onesie, I'm poppin' shit
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!
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