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Broke In A Minute (Remix) Lyrics - Artist : Montana Of 300
Shout out to that nigga Tory Lanez, man
Rap God, FGE Shit man, album on the way man, get ready RIP to Nipsey Hussle, RIP to Juice WRLD, RIP to Pop Smoke, man, let's get it, man Back on my bully Ahaaa! Damn, I ain't been broke in a minute I hit his bitch, he offended He want to work it out, she want to end it Yeah, you know I been hitting hoes like I'm Emmitt She let me cut 'cause I'm sharping my image I'm ballin' for real, what the fuck is a scrimmage? She wanna feel it, she wanna pay me a visit She want me behind her, no Civic (Woo!) Damn, she ain't have dick in a minute She wanna lick and kiss it Sucked it so loud on my dick and uplifted it Shawty say she miss how I used to hit it How I used to talk to her like Mrs. Officer Climb up this tree and then bring me that kitty While she ride this dick, I was sucking her titties She still wanna creep like she T-Boz and Chili Suck it and give me that neck like a hickey She send me a pic of that ass and 'em vickies Yeah, she know I been raw, no, I ain't from Crenshaw But I might pull up for them back shots no Ricky When I'm 'bout to finish, she open her mouth like a dentist 'Cause I'm about face no lieutenant Right after we rumble, shawty say she just wanna cuddle And lay on my chest like a pendant I am the truth and these labels can't bend it First they got declined and they got offended I do what I want, nigga, I'm independent I'm not with the fake shit, I'm way too authentic I am the G.O.A.T, the best in the world, no Olympics I don't give a fuck 'bout a critic A pen and a pad, you know I been in the lab I been and had drip like a chemist Used to sell CDs up outta my trunk like I'm Percy Wasn't hustlin', I ain't got no limit That white boy Dennis thought he was a Menace Until he saw me and took notes, no apprentice I had a dream, woke up, chased it, and lived it I hope you soaking up game when I give it Show love to some niggas who turned and burned bridges No they cannot bridge it, if they're name was Bridget No low lives, but they came up short as a midget I know they gotta be sick as a clinic Always told all of my niggas "go get it" You know I stay on my flow like a pivot (Woo!) Damn, I get the Scratch like I'm Itchy I am not lyin' no Richie I've been in by bag like I'm Missy I'm good with the bread like I'm Jiffy All of my hundred's be crispy Ben Franklin's blue like he Nipsey My pockets puffy like Diddy My pockets fatter than Biggie Your money funny like Shiggy When I get the motherfuckin' dough, I ain't askin' "who is it?" All of my houses exquisite, don't none of my friends ever visit, so if some shit happen, then I never have to subtract them, or have to look at them suspicious (Woo!, Brahh) Bullet holes in him, he drippy That iron Redd his mind like me Trippie Got popped like a pill, then he lost his Juice, Lil Bibby Been runnin' with shooters like Iggy Bitch I'm a boss, I don't give a fuck bout' your life, I can have someone take it no Timmy Don't try to be friendly, I've never been one for pretending With Cannon's I'm colder than Bennett (Click, clack!) If a nigga want war, then let's get it Heat in my pants like a skillet All of my clips is extended No cap, I ain't startin' a sentence As soon as you start it, you finished Ain't nothin' sweet when I'm squeezin' this lemon You can't get a pass from me, I ain't Ben Simmons No cap, bust a cap at his top like a fitted Showcases dropping like he got acquitted When I send this clip out and I'm flippin' his whip Like I'm pimpin' his ride, he gon' think I'm Xzibit If one of his homies get up in they feelings Blow out his brains, Lil Wayne with no ceilings Hip-hop was dying before he came I dropped "Chiraq" then the story changed In a drop with my Glock and a foreign thing Got my top back on niggas like Tory Lanez Ooh, come on, yeah In a drop with my Glock and a foreign thing Got my top back on niggas like Tory Lanez Ooh, damn I ain't been broke in a minute I ain't been broke in a minute I ain't been broke in a minute |
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