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letra de no excuses - montana of 300

[$avage intro]:
fge, fly guy entertainment
wings up in this b-tch 2017 this our year man
no more excuses
run it up

[hook: $avage]
when that money call my phone i’m running to it (mob)
say you gone do it when you see me better do it
say its just music sound like you making excuses
you own me mine n-gg- i want every dime n-gg-
don’t hit my line n-gg- lying with excuses
say you gone ride don’t hide when its time to do it
get on your grind quit makin all these excuses
we makin money my n-gg-s don’t make excuses
no excuses

[verse 1: $avage]
no excuses, no excuses, no excuses
wake up in the morning i roll me a blunt and im getting straight to it
n-gg-s they hating i hear what they sayin but what are they doin
my b-tches exclusive my kicks exclusive my whip is the newest
my n-gg-s is shootas stay wit the drum they ain’t makin no music
i just bought me a uzi right outta philly its spittin like uzi
so n-gg- don’t do it, pull on ur block and just get to shooting
so n-gg- don’t do it, talkin that sh-t like excuses is useless n-gg-
trick or treat these n-gg-s sweet i bag them up like goodies
come through a n-gg- in a hoodie but this not a boogie
i’m not a rookie say they wanna k!ll me n-gg-s p-ssy
cuz i ain’t hiding u know where to find me not excuse

[verse 2: talley of 300]
you don’t want a no face
got red shirt no play
black gun black gloves o.j b-tch that’s no case
what you know about the juice pull the coupe right in front of yo place
i’ll come and punch your clock then you gone inhale smoke break
like you deaf and read lips, better watch how the f-ck you talk
cuz you won’t escape the steel n-gg- like you locked in a f-ckin vault
put a price on ya head yeah, ya life will get f-ckin bought
and i don’t mean good s-x, when they left me to f-ck you up
see these n-gg-s b-tches love to talk
but i’m cut from another cloth
wanna see me b-tch it f-ckin cost
not money a f-ckin call
from nothing to a f-ckin boss
this gangsta sh-t be rubbing off
i breed k!llas f-ck you thought
god’s son not the one to cross

[verse 3: no fatigue]
no fatigue, no pause, no pain, no gain, no hard
know the game, know the ball, know the streets, know the b-tches, know the law
watch ya b-tch cuz i’ll get a pull a hamstring know ya broad
n-gg-s always hating on me they jus wanna really feel so involved
until i’m riding in the cut
9 when it tucked i leave em red mmm fire in a truck
i be g-ssing up i be riding higher than a bus
these hoes out blowing but i never hit em up
imma give her d-ck break her back had to set her up
n-gg-s out here in they feelings they be giving up
if you waking up another day you better give it up
i be tryna text her back i be tryna live it up
f-ck with fam then somebody dying
i’m a man with no heart with that iron
rollin metal like optimus prime
now the game its gone be a true crime
and i took the wrist and timed the watch
while you sleeping at them hiding spots
n-gg-s think they funny red fox
like a kids meal he getting boxed

- montana of 300

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