Talley Of 300 - MF's Mad lyrics

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Talley Of 300 - MF's Mad lyrics

[Chorus : Talley of 300] Blowing that gas Know I got dough in the stash On my way to some more cash Pole on my lap, with that polo on my a** Blow out that smoke and relax Picture me rolling dolo With a hoe that's bad No she ain't here for that bag She lovin' that And all this muhf**in' swag Thats why these muhf**ers mad (2x) [Verse 1 : Talley of 300] I got em' hot, cause I'm so mof**in' cool yeah Stay on my pot like I was two, your b**h got a wiff of that poo yeah Now she want drive, top like a coupe yeah Watch her get loose yeah Glock on me co*ked turn beef into stew yeah Now you Pepé Le Pew yeah Love being dolo, but with the 4'0 doe f** n***as, no h*mo, they don't get no promo Just a box like a hobo, get extinct be a dodo These freaks want a photo, they want me to pogo Wanna ride on a stallion, swing stick and hit balls Like they playing polo, speaking of polo b**h I'm in these horses And these air jordans, though it's not important I love being fly like MJ from the free throw line Tongue out when I'm scorin', I went, got the dough Benjamin was there and now he stay with me and packs of that sticky Puttin' that sh** in the air yeah on my way there [Chorus] [Verse 2 : Montana of 300] Don't blow on no gas But I stay loaded with cash Extra clips and dough in the stash Pole on my lap, b**h I don't know how to lack Everytime I roll I be strapped I gotta excel Racial profiling from 12 Bonded right out of that jail Got bars like a cell Rap God, I'm not up for sale My lyrics hotter than hell Check in that bag b**h I'm a felon with swag Like BP we're selling that gas Collecting that cash I could tell that they mad, they b**h on my dick, I could nail, I could smash Might ride up your block And do I drive-by on your block My iron start firing shots Long pole like a street light I light up your block Say bye to my opps And then hi to my guap Keep k**ers around me Don't ever doubt me Went back and bonded bro and em' out the county n***as talk sh**, but don't know nothin' bout me Think sh** a game till I shoot like you foul me So much polo on me they call me Ralphy She say she fell in love soon as she found me p**y so wet on that b**h she could drown me She love to lick a n***a like an Alchy [Chorus]

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