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letra de go crazy - montana of 300 & talley of 300

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[hook]
ridin through the city strapped up, me and my baby
lot of f-ck n-gg-s p-ssed off because i made it
real -ss n-gg- all day, ain’t sh-t fugazy
but don’t try to play me (breeet) that b-tch go crazy
ridin through the city strapped up, me and my baby
lot of f-ck n-gg-s p-ssed off because i made it
real -ss n-gg- all day, ain’t sh-t fugazy
but don’t try to play me (breeet) that b-tch go crazy

[verse 1]
i’ve never been no fake or no fug n-gg-
b-tch throw a 100 only a third n-gg-s fall with ‘em
come let we win it, we hold shots and let the bus [?]
got grimy n-gg-s throwing dirt until we dust n-gg-s
place gone wild
we hold it down
we got shooters on the team
and b-tches on the prowl
we got money on the way
this sh-t i’m achieving blowing loud
i got night in our pockets f-ck n-gg-s i ain’t worry about
i keep that pistol on my left
riding through the city ayeeahhh
thinking ‘bout the time
is there is anyone coming with me
all about a dollar, i never let a b-tch play me
make a fug n-gg- take shots like he celebrating
better stay away from that, hey sh-t it’s contagious
ever bring that sh-t my way, you ain’t goin’ make it

[hook]

[verse 2]
started off selling way straight out my pop’s house
on my way to the top i’ve took them out so
a lot of f-ck n-gg-s p-ssed off because i’m hot now
i ball like mr. clean but ain’t nothing to bring em up so
40 cal on my hip, yup, that’s my favourite
guess who i stay with, i ain’t the one to play with
i made it, they hate it, can’t take it
yow maybe you won’t taste it, just face it
all up from the dirt
back then couldn’t wait until the first
now i get paid for every verse
every show every walk to even [?]
i’m the greatest i commemerge
but the fire in the church
all the [?] homie flexing
like a swag, like a surfs
my swag, all the b-tches go bezurk
checking on me like a clerk
i ain’t flexin’ on my exs, but all them b-tches hurt
i am not a shorty child, but the clips up in the purse
p-ssy run up in the [?]
get your face upon his shirt

[hook]

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