Montana Of 300 - Dirty Dancin' lyrics

Shawty go nuts she go crazy I got these b**hes wet cause I’m wavy They wanna go have for a baby I can’t f** with you b**h you fugaze I will drip on a b**h like I’m raining I got guns like I’m up in the navy Keep 1 on me like Tracy McGrady Dirty dancin’ b**h I’m Patrick Swayze [x2] Ak-47 spit, yo whip doing flips Lots of bananas in my hammers, I got fruity clips Wet em up and leave em soaked, I got too much drip It can’t fit down your b**h throat, I got too much dick Slide on ice like a sled with em Bout to ball on these hoes like I cut off my dreads n***a I will crack like an egg n***a Bag yo lil chick let her ride me like pegs n***a f** with me end up dead n***a Put a cap to yo chest like you sayin the pledge n***a Or wake up with this tray in your face with no time to say grace This that breakfast in bed n***a They say I was a menace like Dennis is Came a long way from trappin and hittin licks Makin moves so my family can benefit Even the paralyzed say that they feelin this No Bruce Jenner fool n***a you been a b**h And your girl treat my dick like it’s licorice First she blow me and then I slide in b**h I been in that game like my name Sega Genesis If you start with a gangster I’ll finish it Put an end to sh** then I’ll act innocent I come through with the Glocks to put you in a box I’m not UPS but I be sending sh** If I fly through your crib then I’m giving your whole family boxes like I was Saint Nicholas Up this ratchet it savage like Randy I keep that b**h with me like her name Elizabeth n***as act when I ahsta Gangsta imposta Better stop lyin Mufasa He don’t know how I creep and I pop up Or how I think I’m a three headed monsta All my guns they got kick ain’t no soccer All my bullets gon sing like the opera I come through with this choppa When it go blaka It turn your brains into pasta My broski just sold me a fresh Glock Green light on that b**h like an xbox I pull up and hop out no rest stop And then I throw bullets like Prescott I keep a bandana like xPac Bandanas and guns like I’m Rambo I never run out of ammo I got more soul than a dance floor No b**h I cannot be your man though You know I stay lit like a candle 20 bands up in my pants ho I got my dough up like a lambo From the slaughterhouse boy I will slaughter you Bangers and b**hes on me when I’m walking through You get wet like Poseidon when I come through Slide and your d**h will be so mythological I got bodies so watch who you talking to Those who play will get changed like an audible I put all of you up in an article Then go sauce on your b**h honey barbecue So shawty go nuts she went crazy She was cleaning my pipe tryna drain me Money changing but I’m still the same me When them f** n***as die boy they blame me