Montana Of 300 - FGE CYPHER pt 8 (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Montana Of 300 - FGE CYPHER pt 8 (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
All I know is
Bodies like a morgue,
tags like a store
If they want a war, bitch it's Rambo 4
Pistols under pillows, pistols
in the drawers
Though I'm one hell of a artist
this won't be a draw
I'm that nigga like Django,
tryna let the pain go
Withdraws wrapped in them bands like
Franklin sprained an ankle
I'm hip-hop like a Kangol, why
these rappers rainbow?
I'm a Step Up dancer with
my AK like the tango
Putting niggas in they place
like assigned seats
So fuckin' gargoyle, bitch,
I came from the concrete
If I don't go suit up and release
venom from inside me
I'ma put them numbers on your
face like a time piece
Then go pray 'bout it all,
lord they wait on my fall
See, I'll serve over the net
but I don't play volleyball
These niggas stay by the farm,
they brought hate to the barn
They wrestlin' with the pigs,
I mean they lay with the law
It's a cold game like hockey, nigga
Cold world like J.Cole and full
of false prophets, nigga
Learned that I had to watch what
I say from John Gotti, nigga
And that my flow hold power
like tsunamis, nigga
Catch the wave, I'm tired,
its FGE to the grave
But I'm fly, like I been
resurrected, I elevate
Need my lime like I'm sipping
tequila up in the shade
Got the juice, but just know
the shit wasn't minute made
Talley!
FGE in this bitch man, y'all
know how I'm coming
Tigue shit
I come from the bottom
That's how I know I'm the shit,
look in the mirror it's true
It's fuck the law, 'cause they
want you cuffed in a cage or your
hands crossed in a suit
And fuck them niggas, 'cause
you know they feeling the same,
but low-key, police too
I'm on a mission, they say it's
impossible, don't hit the
gas, like Tom, I cruise
Just bein' patient, see niggas hating,
yeah, read 'em like articles
Watch out for hoes, tryna
finesse, fuck 'em like sex,
they all some fools
Think what you wanna, pulling
me like a transformer, run
up, you gon' be a goner
Sing like Madonna, it's for
protection, your honor, Mac
can be safe like a condom
Slide on that condom, I beat
that pussy like Ronda, we
in here hot like a sauna
She said I'm different, just
like genres, and you can't
see me, just like Wakanda
I'm Raw, Undertaker, Brock
Lesnar, Duane Johnson
I don't care what your response is,
I go third quarter Klay Thompson
I remember flipping packs,
on the phone like an app
I need paper, even scraps,
ain't no time to relax
Bumpy road I fell off like
a nigga had collapsed
Broskie 'n them, had my back,
hold me down like a snap
Bad breaks how I grind, stolen
watch, it take time
Longer than it take five,
hope you hit, waistline
Killing beats, Jason, it's
the fucking eighth time
And you niggas really bitches,
talking like a date line
Yeah, I'm a fly guy, shorty,
come fuck with the real
Pop it like a pill, she gon'
let me bend and drill
96' Chevy, keep a stick
behind the wheel
Packer, on that Green Bay
just like the field
Squa-
Yeah
Clique Clan, FGE shit, nigga
Let me end all the rapping debate
I'm the one with the capital take
Niggas ain't have what it takes,
I gave 'em a hand and
got slapped in the face
Now I got racks in the safe and a Otter
Box, no more crackin' the case
Anybody ever got in my way is roadkill,
I ain't having no brakes
Hoes still don't be acting they
age, I'm getting neck in the back
of the range, from two hoes
That's Dracula fangs, I'm
Cujo to a cat in a cage,
they lyin' in they bars
It's the alignin' of the stars, shit
I heard that's what it take
You a rat in a cage, I'm a rattle
a snake, cut the grass low,
I keep a bag in the wait
I'm an asshole, when I ask
'em to pay but the cash flow
all that matters today
In the field with the sack, I'm attackin'
today in the field with the
bag and threw flag on the play
I'm the illest with rap and the
last of the great, prettiest
man with a tat on my face
Two Ks, nah, we ain't finna play, keep
each artist a strap in the waist
No habla, I'm with a chicana, the pussy
is aqua, I hear the Chihuahua
The lady a gaggle, the baby
a gaga, she calling me daddy,
she hated her father
You niggas be acting, I ain't with
the drama, the tool in my jacket's
what make it a bomber
The dudes in the back with me made
me a monsta, I may be a bastard
but thanks to my mama I'm calmer
'Cause mama seen a few black
empires and my pop a weasel,
like jack-in-box
'Bout to find a diva with with
some Apple stock, Apple on
her back like a Macintosh
Clique clan, know I got the socks, throw
the boots on and the camoflauge
Silencers make the loudest shots say,
"Tss-tss", we don't shadow box
Real shit, niggas cap a lot, talking
big shit, that's caps lock
Nigga this shit like crack
rock, 'cause if you 'bout
me you hit the jackpot
'Cause my team got it padlocked, be
the star player or the mascot
Throw the mask on, take the
last shot now the money growing
it's a cash crop
Nigga
Rap God of G shit, you already
know what it is man
Thinking about my kids, that's what
motivates me and and wakes me up
Immune to satisfaction, can't
less success make me lazier
My son just Facetimed me, I told
him, "I'm on my way to ya"
That .40 cal be on me whenever
I pick my babies up
I'm balling while I'm schooling
them, I'm Professor Xavier
I don't play no games on these
tracks, this ain't a stadium
Your homies gonna scramble
as soon as I Tom Brady ya
I'm why they R-I-Pin' they
shirts like Hulkamania
Slide down on 'em with two
sticks like I'm skiin'
Forty hold the dick when
it aim, like its peein'
I will cook a nigga, it don't
matter the season
Don't talk beef if you ain't
tryna meet like a vegan
Like fake lashes, I got these
bitches eyes glued
They ain't the truth, ain't you
tired of being lied to?
Life's a roller coaster, who told your
ass that this ride's smooth?
You say its God's plan, but then
put yourself up in God's shoes?
Why would I send my message through
men who can twist up letters?
Why would I let my kids get raped
when I could switch the lever?
Why would I send my kids to burn
when I got somethin' better?
Why would I sacrifice my son
when I can have whatever?
My lyrics thunder, they make 'em
wonder "Did God write this?"
'Cause every joint that I drop
tighter than arthritis
The ungrateful's too young to
be catchin' Alzheimer's
You disrespectin', you get the
coffin, no bronchitis, God
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