Correction Paroles Broke In A Minute (Remix) par Montana of 300

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Shout out to that n***a Tory Lanez, man
Rap God, FGE sh*t man, album on the way man, get ready
R.I.P to Nipsey Hussle, R.I.P to Juice WRLD, R.I.P 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 b*t*h, 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 f**k 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 d**k in a minute
She wanna lick and kiss it
Sucked it so loud on my d**k 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 d**k, 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, n***a, I'm independent
I'm not with the fake sh*t, I'm way too authentic
I am the G.O.A.T, the best in the world, no Olympics
I don't give a f**k '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 n***as 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 n***as "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 motherf**kin' dough, I ain't askin' "who is it?"
All of my houses exquisite, don't none of my friends ever visit, so if some sh*t 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
b*t*h i'm a boss, I don't give a f**k 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 n***a 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
Shell casings dropping like he got acquitted
When I send this clip out, 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 (woo)
Hip-Hop was dying before he came, dropped Chiraq then they story changed
In a drop with my Glock and a foreign thang
Got my top back on n***as like Tory Lanez

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