Montana Of 300 – Ugly

Montana Of 300 – Ugly Lyrics

Artist: Montana Of 300
Song: Ugly

Don’t think sh#t sweet cause you see money, this sh#t get ugly
My shooters with me be on dummy, my n#gg#s love me
We’re droppin’ off like we was clumsy, my n#gg#, trust me
You’ll get zipped up just like a onesie, my n#gg#, come see

Don’t think sh#t sweet cause you see money, this sh#t get ugly
My shooters with me be on dummy, my n#gg#s love me
We’re droppin’ off like we was clumsy, my n#gg#, trust me
You’ll get zipped up just like a onesie, my n#gg#, come see

I know you see all this designer and all this money
And I got hoes in other countries that want to f#ck me
You see the drip but this ain’t honey, lil’ b#tch, ain’t none sweet
Don’t need my bro’s, I might come one deep and let my gun speak

This b#tch got kick, I call her Chun Li, you’ll be the one sleep
Get dropped and stretched just like a bungie, they’ll say it was me
And when ya’ll that p#ss# bleed, b#tch, it ain’t no muff leak
Come to your pad, get on your ass, boy, don’t get too comfy

Hundred round chopper that b#tch hug me, I think it love me
It just keep shootin’ like it’s rusty, that b#tch look lovely
And when I tell you I got shotgun, it ain’t the front seat
I’m with that strap just like a junkie, come try to touch me

Yeah, yeah, yeah
b#tch, I keep the pole, I come from where it’s freezing cold
Turn up until my speakers blow
At your neck like a sleeper hold

Firing TEC’s ’til your eyes is shut
Sleep, but this time you’ll keep ’em closed
No more dreams and goals, and no b#tches, that’s [?]
Don’t think sh#t sweet cause you see money, this sh#t get ugly

My shooters with me be on dummy, my n#gg#s love me
We’re droppin’ off like we was clumsy, my n#gg#, trust me
You’ll get zipped up just like a onesie, my n#gg#, come see
Don’t think sh#t sweet cause you see money, this sh#t get ugly

My shooters with me be on dummy, my n#gg#s love me
We’re droppin’ off like we was clumsy, my n#gg#, trust me
You’ll get zipped up just like a onesie, my n#gg#, come see
I got more flavor than a smoothie, we keep them toolies

Them b#tches be at all my shows, yeah, like a groupie
Inside Burberry or this Gucci, this sh#t get spooky
I turn your diamonds into rubies, with this Uzi
Yeah, yeah, aye

That money maker, I hope it don’t let my money make you
Come f#ck with mine, get a tombstone, Undertaker
Try and touch me, I been on point like a cactus, n#gg#
If he feel he ready, A.I, ain’t talkin’ ’bout practice, n#gg#

When I come across him, no question, I bet I whack this n#gg#
Caught him in bed and shot him dead, air mattress, n#gg# (woo)
They ain’t smart, n#gg#s talk like Shannon Sharpe
Until I come through after dark, with big choppers like a shark

It ain’t just bars we let ’em swing after we slide just like a park
They never thought they’d see this rapper at they necks just like a scarf
I’m a dog, without the bark
He’s the Tin-Man with no heart

But if he act like Iron Man, I light his chest up, Tony Stark
Don’t think sh#t sweet cause you see money, this sh#t get ugly
My shooters with me be on dummy, my n#gg#s love me
We’re droppin’ off like we was clumsy, my n#gg#, trust me

You’ll get zipped up just like a onesie, my n#gg#, come see
Don’t think sh#t sweet cause you see money, this sh#t get ugly
My shooters with me be on dummy, my n#gg#s love me
We’re droppin’ off like we was clumsy, my n#gg#, trust me

You’ll get zipped up just like a onesie, my n#gg#, come see
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From the album:
Pray for the Devil [Explicit]
Release Year: 2018