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Montana of 300

"Dirty Dancin’"

[Hook 2x]
Shawty go nuts she go crazy
I got these b*tches wet cause I'm wavy
They wanna go half on a baby
I can't f*ck with you b*tch you fugaze
I will drip on a b*tch like I'm raining
I got guns like I'm up in the navy
Keep 1 on me like Tracy McGrady
Dirty dancin' b*tch I'm Patrick Swayze

[Verse 1]
Ak-47 spit, yo whip doing flips
Lots of bananas in my hammers, I got fruity clips
Wet em up and leave em soaked, I got too much drip
It can't fit down your b*tch throat, I got too much di*k
Slide on ice like a sled with em
Bout to ball on these hoes like I cut off my dreads n*gga
I will crack like an egg n*gga
Bad yellow chick let her ride me like pegs n*gga
f*ck with me end up dead n*gga
Put a cap to yo chest like you sayin the pledge n*gga
Or wake up with this tray in your face with no time to say grace
This that breakfast in bed n*gga
They say I was a menace like Dennis is
Came a long way from trappin and hittin licks
Makin moves so my family can benefit
Even the paralyzed say that they feelin this
No Bruce Jenner fool n*gga you been a b*tch
And your girl treat my di*k like it's licorice
First she blow me and then I slide in b*tch I been in that game like my name Sega Genesis
If you start with a gangster I'll finish it
Put an end to sh*t then I'll act innocent
I come through with the Glocks to put you in a box
I'm not UPS but I be sending sh*t
If I fly through your crib then I'm giving your whole family boxes like I was Saint Nicholas
Up this ratchet it savage like Randy I keep that b*tch with me like her name Elizabeth

[Hook]
Shawty go nuts she go crazy
I got these b*tches wet cause I'm wavy
They wanna go half on a baby
I can't f*ck with you b*tch you fugaze
I will drip on a b*tch like I'm raining
I got guns like I'm up in the navy
Keep 1 on me like Tracy McGrady
Dirty dancin' b*tch I'm Patrick Swayze

[Verse 2]
n*ggas act. Where the Oscar?
Gangsta imposta
Better stop lyin Mufasa
He don't know how I creep and I pop up
Or how I think I'm a three headed monsta
All my guns they got kick ain't no soccer
All my bullets gon sing like the opera
I come through with this choppa
When it go Bracca
It turn your brains into pasta
My broski just sold me a fresh Glock
Green light on that b*tch like an xbox
I pull up and hop out no rest stop
And then I throw bullets like Prescott
I keep a bandana like xPac
Bandanas and guns like I'm Rambo
I never run out of ammo
I got more soul than a dance floor
No b*tch I cannot be your man though
You know I stay lit like a candle
20 bands up in my pants ho
I got my dough up like a lambo
From the slaughterhouse boy I will slaughter you
Bangers and b*tches on me when I'm walking through
You get wet like Poseidon when I come through
Slide and your death will be so mythological
I got bodies so watch who you talking to
Those who play will get changed like an audible
I put all of you up in an article
Then go sauce on your b*tch honey barbecue
So shawty go nuts she went crazy
She was cleaning my pipe tryna drain me
Money changing but I'm still the same me
When them f*ck n*ggas die boy they blame me

[Hook]
Shawty go nuts she go crazy
I got these b*tches wet cause I'm wavy
They wanna go half on a baby
I can't f*ck with you b*tch you fugaze
I will drip on a b*tch like I'm raining
I got guns like I'm up in the navy
Keep 1 on me like Tracy McGrady
Dirty dancin' b*tch I'm Patrick Swayze

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