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letra de suicide squad - montana of 300

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[intro]
what’s good n-gg-

[verse 1: montana of 300]
i’m best, summer, fall, when it’s winter, spring
i’m saucing, i’m all on these b-tches dreams
my money long as a limousine
blue strips on these hundreds ain’t listerine
i’m good with the flow and i’m good with the mob power
i’m balling, i’m feeling like mr. clean
i be lit every step like i’m billie jean
if i light up a square, it ain’t nicotine

[verse 2: wuntayk timmy]
smif-n-wessun turn ’em smithereens
movie n-gg-s like a silver screen
shootas with me i’m so d-ckie v
many goofy n-gg-s, i ain’t gon’ mickey me
i’m a groovy n-gg-, i’m in hippie peace
i mean a piece of my hip, i just 60 to clip
i been lit for a grip, they won’t give me the slip
i’ma go back and forth, man these n-gg-s a trip

[verse 3: no fatigue]
i slide in the clip how i slide in your b-tch
don’t want my n-gg-s to tweak like a glitch
dance with blue faces but i’m not a crip
i got that green, my bag like a zip
i’m in the game, tryna give me a ring
warriors hide, n-gg-s hate on the team
yo b-tch be cheating i come in between
lowkey a fan, she might c-m in the jeans

[verse 4: talley of 300]
all the way solid like concrete, no statue n-gg-
you don’t wanna get it cracking
make me come outta my sh-ll, i’ma cash you n-gg-
yeah, i don’t play them games
up and get to guessin’ that’s taboo n-gg-
yeah, it’s like the .40 just ain’t got no trust
it won’t put nothing past you n-gg-

[verse 5: montana of 300]
bread hard with my shades on
i’m just sitting back like a sharpshooter
i’ma invest the money on a talent like mark cuban
tryna guard luger, i’m the flyest k!lla with a tec and dripping
i’m the definition of a sharpshooter
bet i drop ’em all
wet up everybody in ya whip n-gg-, that’s carpooling

[verse 6: wuntayk timmy]
that mean everybody ride when it’s working time
shoot some perfect ties, used to burglarize
see a still, just like i got burglar’s eyes
need a mil’, that’s a drink, burger, fries
heavy on the sauce baby
shoutout to my haters, look what y’all made me
blitz can get two points, off safety
street n-gg- baby better cross safely

[verse 7: no fatigue]
ooh, sauce i’m dripping, she see that i’m cooler
shine like a diamond, i think i’m a jeweler
one in the head but it ain’t a tumor
i’m playing you can’t get around like a rumor
i know it’s real, came far for a loser
n-gg-s be watching and drawing conclusions
what’s riding ’round, get money like ubers
i’m spitting crack, shoutout all the consumers

[verse 8: talley of 300]
throw up my ball, let my dog bury ya
don’t get left in the dirt
then i go bag your b-tch like a dog carrier
yeah, get right in her purse
wipe that look off your face ‘fore i make up your mind
your choice for heads or tails like do or die
been the chief like i play for u of i
this water get deep and i make it look dumb

[verse 9: montana of 300]
two hoes on my d tryna trap me
‘fore i go deeper than black street
run it up on my team like a track meet
can’t let the p-ssy or haters distract me
counting bread, getting head in the backseat
laughing at n-gg-s that said they gon’ jack me
if they pop up at these glocks up
’bout to bust at they face, it ain’t acne

[verse 10: wuntayk timmy]
oh he think he the sh-t, exactly
give me head ’cause i rap, she iraqi
i’m ahead of them, lapping ’em actually
i got federal crack on my rap sheet
trying to fill up the bag, i’m a black sheep
i’m nsync with them boys on the backstreet
call up kevorkian come poison the trap please
i can’t f-ck with these clowns. that’s trapeze

[verse 11: no fatigue]
clowns like it, man these n-gg-s be extra
bowl and be shootin’, i’m just a director
hop on the track, get it jumping like drexler
n-gg-s be p-ssy, i call him sylvester
in yo b-tch head, call me the professor
these b-tches do what i want like alexa
yo b-tch gon’ starve when she doin’ our text up
b-tch to my b-tch, she fed, i ex’d her

[verse 12: talley of 300]
it’s clear to see
that i got that light like a greenhouse
and if it’s beef
this sh-t gettin’ small like a meathouse
yo b-tch a freak
and i fit yo dog with no dream house
dirty as could be
don’t make me go get that mop and come clean house

[verse 13: montana of 300]
b-tch i’m independent, f-ck your 360
so much spending, i should be dizzy
i’m that fly guy with the foamposites
and the gun bottom like my feet sticky
diamonds dancing like they p. diddy
ain’t a d-mn thing sweet with me
when this dream chaser catch you n-gg-s sleeping
boy i swear to god it ain’t meek milly

[verse 14: wuntayk timmy]
gloves off, i beat the beat silly
hip-hop is looking weak really
so i’m taking charge like i plead guilty
taking charge like i’m defending
foreign car, got a freak with me
that frequently go deep with me
had to move the b-tch, b-tch free w-lly
she a lunatic, like free city

[verse 15: no fatigue]
champion like meek milly
fresh prince but not from west philly
stack more, spend less really
n-gg-s sad, no ex really
slide like they don’t take cash
couple shots make ’em lose weight fast
grindin’, i need new brake pads
made your b-tch look like a fake p-ss

[verse 16: talley of 300]
yeah overseas how i wet a n-gg-
pulling poppers top like an umbrella n-gg-
no chase but i tell a n-gg- you can get change tryna check a n-gg-
won’t be no surprise when you say ah
stick in your mouth like a check-up n-gg-
odd man when i bless a n-gg-
tre pound pinned him like a wrestler say uh

- montana of 300

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