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letra de left me in the rain - montana of 300

[chorus: montana of 300] x2
she tried to run game (oh nah) told that b-tch it’s over
she found her a lame (spendin’ loot) he be trickin’ on her
but don’t f-ck the same (way i do) sh-t feel different don’t it
left me in the rain (yeah) came back drippin’ on her

[verse 1: montana of 300]
check out my drip step up out the whip
gucci on my kicks i’m in my bag
like i’m eating chips she used to be my dip
cold as ice but that b-tch ain’t that sl!ck
and i ain’t no vic i had to roll
she went behind my back like i set a pick
now she sick bayless just like skip
and she need a fix while he tricks
she sends naked pics she must miss this d-ck
i ignore her now she hurt she p-ssed
’cause it wasn’t worth the risk
you had your shot blew it like a crip now miss me like a brick
now you spyin’ all on my instagram
i’m drippin’ sauce you see me shinin’
you miss the way i taste you miss the way i used to slide in
kissin’ l!ckin’ suck all on her t-tties while you ride it
lay you on your stomach and go crazy from behind it
feelin’ on your booty like r. kelly bumpin’ grindin’
but we can’t rewind it
i’m the truth like confessions i came clean
have the drip show that b-tch what the rain bring
had to cut that b-tch off tryna gangrene
you get d-ck but b-tch it ain’t the same thing

[chorus] x2

[verse 2: no fatigue]
watch out i’m the sh-t, might have an effect on yo b-tch
aye, just like a pick, thought i was a l!ck
said that she had my back realized that b-tch wasn’t sh-t
no [!], she thought that i was gone slip
and it’s not a diss bet that she miss
what i used to do for baby like i’m the one that got wic
f-ck her brains out f-ck her brains out
didn’t make no sense, on social media
blowing up all of my pics i could tell she miss the d-ck
[!]
[!]
thinkin’ i’m tweakin’ got me feelin’ like wayne
b-tch got me misunderstood
cut that b-tch off, i know you see it was simple
now it’s f-ck her like a nympho, we used to f-ck
no chris brown, switch up the tempo
let her ride me like a rental, [!]
break her back like a pencil, beat that p-ssy instrumental
thinkin’ she had me, thought she had the game
all that b-tch got was a demo, found her a lame
trickin’ if he got it, [!] need to stop it
i got different options, had her on cuffs call me thompson
now that sh-t dead, unresponsive
she keep on callin’, i keep on pressin’ ignore
i f-ck around i might block her, don’t do no pop-ups
i’m not your daddy or poppa
sh-t got too hot so i dropped her, aye

- montana of 300

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