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Bodak Yellow (Remix) Lyrics - Artist : Montana Of 300
You a pussy you get popped, no janitor I keep the mop
That bitch on me when I shop, so come my way like Fetty Wap I slide for real I'm on your heels when I pull up no ankle socks It's going down relax a nigga like Yung Joc straight at his top Grew up in the 'jects, we use to hoop on them crates Gang banging and holdin' up rakes Start movin' that weight, was gettin' it from outer state I chose the hustle to escape While getting this cake, I had to kill a few snakes I took my crookeds with my straights, hero with no cape While making sure my people straight, I came out on top like a tank Now bitch I'm the best, it is not up for debate Always drop and crack like a vase, more views that a wake I got what they want like a safe, my ex on my dick Triple H No I'm not her man, but sometimes my belt got a H My swagger from outer space My new bitch is perfect, just right for me like I'm Drake I eat that pussy like steak She bad to the bone, she send naked pics to my phone She keep my dick hard as a stone Gettin' head on my throne, she lick a nigga no Patrón Then slide on that D like a zone I'm fly like a drone, I got to the top on my own I didn't sell my soul to get known Don't come at me wrong, you can get smoked like a bong Then get yo ass put in my song Two guns on my waist, big clips like Deandre and Blake I slid through his home like his base He ran like a race Then bullets came out his face, I got out I might shoot like I'm ace Check out my drip, whole bunch of Gs on my kicks I look like I hit a lick I put my niggas on, now my team inside like a pig We on fire, we lit, call us Bic I killed your homie, (I'm with you blue[?]) like the Knicks I told you I'm with the shits, 30 in my clip I upped it and blew like a crip But I'm Donatello with that stick These niggas slaves, these niggas sellin' they souls These labels pimpin' they hoes Dyeing they hair, these niggas looking like trolls Right now they gettin' exposed You're not a boss, you niggas do as you're told For the right price you will fold I know that I'm cold, I'm bodying them like a robe I just go in I'm like doors I stay in my mode, bitch I stay grippin' that pole I don't let go like evolved[?] While on the road, we caught a case with a pole It got dropped because none of us told Big faces, I be thumbin' through My squad get money too A bunch of Gs, on my fuckin' belt, and my luggage too Take your bitch, fuck her from the back Her dreams coming true I fucked her good and she told all her friends They wanna fuck me too I put my faith, In god and my gun I don't trust none of you Had heat on me while I sat in class but it wasn't summer school I shot niggas in these fucking streets then ball like Uncle Drew I pop these pussies pill out on these bitches he Cliff Huxtable Said I don't need a deal I make money moves Said I don't gotta sign bitch I'm comfortable If I see you and I don't speak well that means I don't fuck with you It's FGE and I'm the CEO this what that money do |
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