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letra de no doubt - montay

verse 1: montay

tom marvolo – the opposite of yolo
they’re sayin’ that i probably shot first, han solo
so yo – man i’ve been at this for a cool minny
you might have missed me but i’m sl!ck with the consistency
rocky mixed with mr. t, so i guess i’m rocky 3
you tryin’ to copy me? hater –
i be walter, they be schrader
do watchu gonna, crew how you wanna
run fast, swim good in the franky
watch for the sharks lurkin’ in the dark, janky
song game longer than a throng of anacondas
i just hope you play this in ya hondas
i wanna give you real time
this cut is far from my first dime
double nickel, toil and trouble, blow a bubble barney rubble
couple days of scruff on my mug. rough
toe to toe with evil and i hung tough
juggled up a run like a nun with a gun, dun
girdle round ya gut, doom tunes in the buick
that’s my intuition, possible’ be the mission
rock a stash if you can pass the ball
blocked john wall and i got all ball
but i better call saul just to make sure that we good, man (yeah)
and it’s lookin’ like we good, fam
made it pretty far off these bars and i’m still runnin’
there ain’t no hook, son but i’ll leave a trail of shook ones
off a three-peat man, let’s make it five
call me turkey and i’ll jive – cl!ck cl!ck, survive
fo by fo by fo by fo someone grab the broom
highly likely to find me stylin’ in ya dining room
live from the beat-lab steady cuz i’m watchin’ cops
so triggered. we ain’t out is we? nah
we just out here. cuz we young and we hung
in a bungalow like jungle love
morris day but it’s night
knockin’ at my own door, what the d-ckens!
olly twistin’. too much finger l!ckin’
how i stay sane while the whole world’s trippin’
how i make a splash with no stash
pass it. no’ money, no problems
creepy crawl, but never stall
ball till we yawn, yawn till we fall
harder than a yard of frozen lard
pocket pool champion’ tappin’ at my nard
bad manners, but yo i got a nice touch
probably gonna see me cuz i’m out here much
matriculate the game, hall of fame, class one
eatin’ on a egg sandwich, outlandish
no care. first it happens, then it’s there
then i pull it out tha m-th-f-ckin’ air
count to ten, run it. mixtape lovin’
fake sh-t shruggin’
smart brotha in a peacoat workin’ on my freethrows
please yo – spin ya chin up cuz you’re a f-ckin’ star
no matter who, what, when, how, why you are
by car by foot by rail by cycle
by kobe, by magic, by bron, by michael
drop the spiteful cycle cuz this life is a flight that’s delightful (whoo!)

verse 2: j.hopper

been a long way since the boys in the buick
we still rollin’ but our mind’s never truant
hit the pool party, feelin’ live and fluid
flip the record, hit the beat. get stupid
life creepin’ up on the greatest adventure
kicked it all off like two years ago, december
hot tub rockin’ bottle poppin’ all up in your kitchen, b-tch
swallow this rhyme and digest it like nutrition
that’s word to taylor p & dylan hopper
party all night, one way, a non-stopper
so press play, hold on, and try to survive
‘cuz when we turn it up, it’s the ride of you life
took the good vibe pill and it seems endless
fishin’ in my cranium, never left defenseless
walls of snitches try to stunt and get all in this
when i don’t open up you’re like, yo –
this is finished
don’t look for a ring from me, that’s what i told her
try to move me but i’m stubborn like a boulder
and it’s only getting worse as i get older
keep my head down, and stack my bill folder
we broke each other’s hearts, i think the movie’s over
if we said we’re done, that’s it. no pushovers
good music, get money, that’s a dream, right?
anybody said we coudln’t get it, put down that pipe
i wanna get it so i can show you and prove it
wanna do it so i can show me i can do it
wanna do it for everyone that ever loved me
wanna do it for me, cuz i’m f-ckin’ hungry!
hunker down, try to work my way through the cr-p
weighted down, angels demons both on my back
keep the rope taut, i ain’t lookin’ for slack
just hope i’m strong enough to get there and back
think your sl!ck with the knife, let’s see it
your words are daggers, body cut up, i bleed it
all this bullsh-t you’re talkin’, simply can’t believe it
i know we both have a goal, my stance is to fiend it
put on your mask just to be in disguise
try to hide the truth in all the lies
still runnin’ first place but that’s no prize
when you can’t even take a look into your own eyes
you wonder why, to me that’s no surprise
trade negative energy then multiply
we’re a hopeless effort, why do i even try?
we haven’t said h-llo since we said goodbye

- montay

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