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lirik lagu gas mask – talley of 300

[verse 1: talley of 300]

sh-t i’m too much
too much for my d-mn self
hit the streets and go hand in hand i place that paper like d-mn stamps
try, b-tch imma teach you ’bout drumming, and blowing trumpets that’s band camp
i’m only coming to tell you sweet dreams, b-tch i’m the sandman
take every shot at his top like he wearing a head cam, yeah he a dead man
if he survive then i swear it’s a miracle, but he gon’ need a bedpan
leavin’ ’em p-ssed, let’s go take his life and don’t leave him with sh-t
watchu know ’bout blowing the reaper a kiss, i promise six feet ain’t the deepest it get
that’s why i keep god, pray and play smart, keep the da and my face with a charge
keep tools on me in the street like martial law, and f-ck the police i’m on national guard
if we ain’t in business then you ain’t the fam
then you don’t eat, ethiopian
f-ck with the team, yeah he hope he can
so he suicide like the holy quran
yo b-tch i ain’t meet, that ho in a trance
better get a leash before she go off command
if we in the sheets then she gon’ know the clan
and i keep it up front so she know where i stand
to3 if you ain’t know who i am
heat on me b-tch i’m gon’ blow like a fan
god with me and so are these bands
fge in and we so in demand
yeah
coming from the sole like old boots
n-gga imma vet like old troops
this sh-t is accustomed like a old school
and you n-ggas just old news
do it all, go hard like i don’t bruise
i stay on alarm, b-tch i won’t snooze
repairman yeah b-tch i know tools
get in these muddy waters you gon’ know blues
no trust for these n-ggas, they could be the po-lice
gotta watch for the snake eyes, without rolling no dice
they hate when you gettin’ and pimpin’
and b-tch i’m so dynamite, but i’m known to leave a b-tch froze
(boom, boom)
disney on ice

[verse 2: montana of 300]

i’m a k!ller in a gas mask
i was headed up a bad path
infatuated with the fast cash
pounds no hashtag
brought ’em in a trash bag
got the weight off like lipo
don’t ever play around with my dough
the last n-gga that you beefed with didn’t make you full of steel but this one wheel (will) unicycle
smooth criminal, michael
i’m so focused like a tight rope
fge that’s what i ride for
started moving hydro, now i’m going viral
everything i spit is pyro
watch me kick it like tae bo [?]
youngin from the ninth floor, nice flow
verses so deep that you gotta translate ’em like the bible
breakin’ rules with my dudes up in school with them tools but i didn’t go to columbine
i got so much money on my maf-cking mind that i tattooed a dollar sign
i’m self-made i’m self-paid that’s the bottom line
i’m just fine i ain’t signing no dotted line
talk sh-t and see me, or just keep your mouth closed, who knows you might just live to see father time
when you beefing with me in these streets boy i know exactly what to do with ya
it’s b.o.b.e when we suiting up
this murder sh-t ain’t nothing new to us
i never call my shootas up
they call me like “yo, you want me to shoot him up?”
ha!
the looks on they face is so priceless when they come to realize it’s two of us
like jesus get nailed to the cross when it’s mc hammer, i ain’t come here to screw with ya
get nailed with these sh-lls when this ruger up
i gave ’em h-ll just like god did to lucifer
your son or your daughter, your mami, your papi, your granny i don’t give a f-ck who with ya
see first i whack you then slide d-ck in your boo
she get p-ssed on to my crew then i’m through with her
i got head in the whip, spread the legs on that chick, yup i beat that p-ssy no drumstick
two p-ssies in one night that’s fun sh-t
i let that b-tch off til’ my gun cl!ck
right between his eyes then they closed up
yo n-gga got whacked then you froze up
no strip club but b-tch i stay poled up
like lamborghini doors, my dough’s up

- talley of 300

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