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letra de go in (remix) - montana of 300

[intro: montana of 300]
alright
them n-gg-s that you with, they don’t give a sh-t about you
you say you with the sh-t, ’till i shoot the sh-t up out you
n-gg-, imma shoot the sh-t up out you
say you with the sh-ts, ’till i shoot the sh-t up out you
my n-gg-, imma shoot the sh-t up out you
i’ll shoot the sh-t up out you and than forget about you

[verse 1: montana of 300]
i’m that n-gg- they hate on, my cake long they face long
i’m that same n-gg- i’m just cakey now, no changing me no payphone
get money’s my addiction, i stay strapped like red redemption
fly as f-ck is my description, flow so ill need a prescription
i’m that chi-town city slicker, flow colder than any n-gg-
put you in a cast, for the [?], no philly n-gg-
my n-gg-s is really hittas, whenever them semis bligga
i shoot the sh-t up out you cats, bang bang, kitty litter
f-ck whoever birth you, it’s nothin’ for me to merk you
you and every single clown in that circus you call a circle
yo actin’ need some rehearsal, i gotta go in, no cerfew
i come through yo door like urkel and smoke you, granddaddy purple
god you know that i don’t play that, you know that i stay strapped
next n-gg- try me, imma send them to you asap
like f-ck who love him, f-ck who knew that n-gg-
he tried it with me so i had to do that to that n-gg-
f-ck n-gg- don’t start sh-t, we keep 30 in all clips
40 hit you in your face and turn into [?]
my flow so hard i can’t lie on it, my sh-t need a carpet
i was trained to go in like fire department
no denyin’ my bars sick, i stay in some sharp sh-t
every time i change my clothes, i get flyer than clark kent
yo b-tches [?], her head game r-t-rded
bet i shoot off in her mouth, like the [?]
i go ape b-tch call me caesar, i’m serious as a seizure
and when this d-ck up in her face, man yo hoe know the procedure
i swear she got my d-ck h-lla hard, my magnum like extra large
shawty was so bad i had to hit her, domestic charge
f-ck my enemies, i hit the scene they p-ssed as me
gold chains like i’m mr. t, wrist froze look like mr. freeze
bad b-tches want d-ck from me, dirty boy they diggin’ me
old hoes sendin’ texts while i’m flexin say they missin’ me
shout out to them n-gg-s i’d done bodied, yeah they history
see it was either them or me, i wiped away they memory
another unsolved mystery, and police ain’t got sh-t on me
and if i go to jail you still ain’t safe for as long as my killers free
and if i can’t get to you, it’s nothin’ i’ll have my man approach ya
black hoodie, black ski-mask, and a toaster
come and rob you for your life, p-ssy hand it over
pop a hole in your top, like a can of soda
[?], i’m takin’ your planet over
this that sh-t your general and lieutenant should panic over
i merked him along with you and than turn into commander soldiers
like, do what i say, ‘for i shoot in your face
i’m kobe bryant with that iron, i got that shoot first mentality
i don’t talk, my gat it’ll speak, i get at you like allergies
i’m outchea on my f-ckin’ grind, never leave my gun behind
and for that i’m facing time, and might be forced to leave my sons behind
my n-gg-, i will f-ck yo life up
boy, i been 300 since the motherf-ckin’ chrysler
you p-ssed about this sh-t, you should be wearing a diaper
that chopper get to spittin’, you would think it’s in a cypher
i do this, and ain’t nothin more important than the mula (than the mula)
shoutout j real (shoutout j real), yeah that’s my shooter
he keep that steel, i tell him drill that’s what he do, yeah
we get it poppin’ (bang, bang), 4th of july
i come and get you while your sleepin, freddy kruger
i keep that ooh [?]
i pull that tool out, put it to ya, it go booyah
first they bag him, toe-tag, and slide that n-gg- in a cooler
i’m that n-gg- ya heard, well equip with them burners
i got bodies and [?], like i’m in prison for murder
these other n-gg-s just rappin’, n-gg- this how i’m livin’
life so cheap in my city than anybody could get it

- montana of 300

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