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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Montana of 300
Montana of 300
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Langston Childs
Langston Childs
Songwriter
Walter Anthony Bradford
Walter Anthony Bradford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charisma 808
Charisma 808
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I cut off my bitches, only thing on my mind is you
And whenever I'm hittin' it, I'm thinkin' 'bout spendin' my life with you
Swear, while I be pipin' you
Swear, I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' you
I make lots of money, but I still make time for you
You're sweeter than honey, and these other bitches ain't fly as you
Swear, while I be pipin' you
Swear, I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' you
[Verse 2]
You be my woman, my wife, I promise to love you for life
You got more juice than Sunny Delight
I'll be your plumber, give you pipe
See, she make me think I can sing, make me forget that I rap
She cook me breakfast on the stove, I slide my dick in from the back
I'm in love with this bitch
While she ride this dick, I be rubbin' her tits
Sometimes I can't help it, I think to myself
Man, this pussy so good, I might cum in this bitch
Say yes or no, the decision is yours
Was gettin' lots of bitches, now mission abort
I cut bitches off like umbilical cords
Now come ride this dick 'cause it's yours
I'm, ridin' with you to where God take us
Them haters can't break us, girl, let's stack this cake up
I feel on your booty while you do your makeup
I make time for you just like my name was Jacob
I don't ever worry 'cause I think you worthy
Like James left the game, and I hung up my jersey
It's DBC gang, yeah, why I talk dirty
And every time we bangin', you bust like my .30
[Verse 3]
I cut off my bitches, only thing on my mind is you
And whenever I'm hittin' it, I'm thinkin' 'bout spendin' my life with you
Swear, while I be pipin' you
Swear, I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' you
I make lots of money, but I still make time for you
You're sweeter than honey, and these other bitches ain't fly as you
Swear, while I be pipin' you
Swear, I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' you
[Verse 4]
I used to have lots of hoes, shawty thought I was a pimp
See, she fell in love with my stoke, she ain't know that I could swim
She throw that ass back for a G, she know she fuck with a boss
I love when she cum on my D, hop up and she lick it all off
Got me gravitatin' with infatuation
Had to cut 'em off, baby, amputation
Made that cancelation for a damn queen
Now my hands clean, baby, sanitation
Colder than winter, don't wanna lose her, she a winner
My favorite place is up in her
Slide in like a splinter, might treat that pussy like dinner
Legs in the air like antennas
Then climb up on top like a wrestler, she down for the count
Hold her leg up whenever I pin her
I cut like a dealer, my baby cum, I cum with her
Take care of that box, I deliver, she wet like a river
She drippin', we lit like a candle
I'm thumbin' the clit like I'm flickin' through channels
We switch positions, I spank her with no paddle
I cam on her back like a camel, she shakin', no rattle
[Verse 5]
I cut off my bitches, only thing on my mind is you
And whenever I'm hittin' it, I'm thinkin' 'bout spendin' my life with you
Swear, while I be pipin' you
Swear, I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' you
I make lots of money, but I still make time for you
You're sweeter than honey, and these other bitches ain't fly as you
Swear, while I be pipin' you
Swear, I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' you
Written by: Walter Anthony Bradford, Langston M. Childs
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