Montana Of 300 - Flooded the Land lyrics

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Montana Of 300 - Flooded the Land lyrics

[Chorus] b*tch, I was the plug, I been touching them bands I was moving them drugs, I was flooding the land No more adding up grams, now I rap and got fans I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don't wanna dance b*tch, I was the plug, I was touching them bands I was moving them drugs, I was flooding the land No more adding up grams, now I rap and got fans I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don't wanna dance [Verse 1] I got this b*tch on my hip now, you don't wanna dance, I ain't Chris Brown Had a house full of sticks like the three little pigs, I ain't woofin', I been blowin' sh*t down Daddy told me to shoot if sh*t get foul I got paid like the Opera for getting loud What you know about Tic-tac-toe, had my ex's put o's into big pounds All the drugs that I sold, shh, I'm lucky nobody told Supplying the buyers, no washer and dryer, was moving them loads On the phone I was sneezing and coughing, I was talking in codes Now I'm selling out shows, Players Club, I got poles Put a end to your life you don't wanna start I'ma aim at your circle, not throwing darts Don't you know that my chopper do Open-hеart? If I snap I'ma drop 'em, no Owen Hart b*tches want mе to cut, yeah I know I'm sharp Need a rug and a carpet, my flow is hard I'm backstage with the gang the fans screaming my name loud as fu*k, they can't wait for my show to start I was making a killing off drugs I was dealing, I flooded the land like I'm Noah's Ark Used to so much love to my clientele, I was frontin' them b*tches, not Rosa Parks Told them pull in the alley, pop open your trunk, had the whip gettin' pounds like I'm towing cars I was touching that cash, luggage up in the back, tryna get me an M like the golden arch [Chorus] b*tch, I was the plug, I been touching them bands I was moving them drugs, I was flooding the land No more adding up grams, now I rap and got fans I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don't wanna dance b*tch, I was the plug, I was touching them bands I was moving them drugs, I was flooding the land No more adding up grams, now I rap and got fans I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don't wanna dance [Verse 2] This ni**a's in Paris, designer from France I'm drippin' dressing, hoes on me, no ranch I don't need no advance, I'm a rider like Lance, I came out of that dirt with the pot like I'm plants I will pull up with them trees in the trunk, never leave my house without that stick like a branch 35 haters, my shot like Durant's, we pull up and pop 'em, then roll like we xans A young ni**a loving life, tryna make sure my brothers right Know when you leave the crib you might not make it back, kiss your babies and hug 'em tight I was risking my freedom and life, pray my kids never have to know what it's like Them pounds came in 20's compressed in a box, broke 'em down with a bu*ter knife I was connected to plug, no appliance Forty cal' on me while serving my clients I keep that b*tch on me when I'm in public, whenever I'm driving it sit on my private Ain't nothing change but my motherfu*kin' number Ate with my team, I feel like Kobe Bryant I'm fly with my guys, I feel like I'm Goliath You kill one of mines we gon' do more than riot Pull up in the foreign, the pipes on it roarin', got top from his main and you know I ain't lying Your life will get cancelled, the beef will get handled, boy this ain't a sample you don't wanna try it Strap on my shoulder, like Andre the Giant I'll let this chopper dissect him, no science Wet up his shirt, air him out like he's drying I caught a few bodies, my opps can't deny it [Chorus] b*tch, I was the plug, I been touching them bands I was moving them drugs, I was flooding the land No more adding up grams, now I rap and got fans I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don't wanna dance b*tch, I was the plug, I was touching them bands I was moving them drugs, I was flooding the land No more adding up grams, now I rap and got fans I still stay with my gun, pistol in my pants, you don't wanna dance