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Holy Ghost

  1. Now we are gathered here today
  2. To hate and to listen to what Montana gotta say
  3. I swear you don’t want to witness this savage in ya place
  4. He’ll come and ravage where you stay
  5. Slap bananas in that k and put them blammas in ya face
  6. Whoo! Church is in session this verse is from heaven
  7. They want my spot, they want me dead, and want a murder confession
  8. I’m cursed with a blessing
  9. My work is impressive come purchase a lesson
  10. Please forgive me lord, I’m ‘bout to hurt ‘em a second
  11. Pussy nigga if you scared then go to church with a weapon
  12. And if you hide behind a preacher than I’m murking the reverend
  13. And If I make it to heaven I just hope I’m a stay though
  14. I’ll fuck the shit up out an Angel like hold on to ya halo!
  15. Don’t go to church but I pray tho even God knows I don’t play tho
  16. Bitch I grind everyday doe, 20K was my play dough
  17. I’m on that bread, call me mayo rock heat like this is MI Yayo
  18. I done shot niggas in they shit just call me OJ Mayo
  19. But it’s Montana and I’m ‘bout to go polo up on this beat
  20. I’ll stain yo ass and then go showboat with yo dough up in the streets
  21. You want that beef think it’s sweet? I’m a show yo ass I’m a beast
  22. Boy I’m super strapped, yup I’m like Jojo nem with the heat
  23. Yeah I got Sheneneh and Keylolo ridin’ with me
  24. That’s two ratchets and they louder than yo ho up in the sheets
  25. She sucked my dick real fast and then she went slo mo yeah she a freak
  26. I drive these bitches loco, then let ‘em pogo up on my D
  27. It’s mister swag specialist ain’t a nigga fresh as this
  28. There ain’t nothing hotter than muah, just like the devil’s kiss
  29. I’m so fucking hot, boy the devil better be scared of this
  30. God flow, ya know heaven is where my level is
  31. Wings up in the sky, man this guy is flyer than Pegasus
  32. I’m all about my cheddar it’s M.O.B never sweat a bitch
  33. Money over everything nigga, that’s what I tell a bitch
  34. Jealous bitch, that money come 1st like a gold medalist
  35. My haters watch my videos, though I’m their aggravation
  36. When haters see me, they always tell me congratulations
  37. You showing love, knowing you hate me, boy that’s fabrication
  38. I know you sick, but I’m gone ball just like a cancer patients
  39. Couldn’t hold me down, don’t give a fuck if you was gravitation
  40. Learn yo location and rotation, work those calculations
  41. Run in yo spot then get you popped, cuz I ran out of patience
  42. And caps gone fly around this bitch just like a graduation
  43. This shit’s exclusive, straight up out the mental institution
  44. I beat the track up, call for backup, man this shit abusive
  45. Even his haters play it back, that’s how you know he dope
  46. Like, “holy smokes, yo Tony’s flow just caught the Holy Ghost
  47. My lines so dope if I continue, I might overdose
  48. Pull out my dick, and tell my haters join the rodeo
  49. It’s funny how you stay gettin’ money, but always sittin’ there
  50. They tell me that I’m goin’ to hell, I tell ‘em I been there
  51. 30 bullets in my clip and bitch they all anxious
  52. 12 disciples with me nigga, and they all gangstas
  53. Jesus! real niggas don’t freeze up
  54. And I ain’t worried ‘bout them haters, I shake ‘em like seizures
  55. When that feeling go through my body, I’m ill as Illuminati
  56. I come through with that pistol, I’ll drill and then you get bodied
  57. Boy I’m god when he angry hater like you can’t be
  58. Till that lightning strikes and you get bodied then they blame me
  59. Those pigs couldn’t hang me, Narcs couldn’t tame me
  60. Money doesn’t change me Montana still that same G!
  61. Nigga they call me the truth, goofy you can see the proof
  62. I’m God son shawty, so don’t ask me what would Jesus do
  63. Say my name like Beetlejuice, bet you I bring dem heaters through
  64. Pop out like it’s peek a boo, 30 shots sent from me to you
  65. We all know shorty blow that 40 like a fuckin’ sax
  66. I get to clappin’ at cha head, yeah jumping jacks
  67. Then go change clothes n hit the road back to them fuckin’ stacks
  68. I money hunt, loud in the trunk just like a skunk in back
  69. I’m doin’ me and making scrill plus I’m paying bills
  70. Man these dickriders never met me, yet they hatin’ still
  71. They always blame the hottest one whenever they get killed
  72. Ahhh! I guess now I know how Satan feel
  73. You think you holier than thou, you must be fuckin’ proud
  74. You go to church on Sunday like you really fucking down
  75. You think that God don’t see yo dirt? boy you a fuckin’ clown
  76. You cheat on God like mother Mary outchea fuckin’ around
  77. So save your comments, motherfuck your feedback
  78. Cause if God was a rapper, nigga this how he’d rap
  79. Real shit, I breathe that I’m a fuckin’ king strapped
  80. I’ll make a gangsta lean, come to his funeral and sing that
  81. I got angels and demons screamin’ and fiendin’ cuz they feeling this
  82. Go tell Kanye this college dropout outchea killin’ shit
  83. Go tell Jay Z I got a blueprint for that fast money
  84. Tell Wayne and Baby that I murder for my Cash Money
  85. Pull up to yo stoop nigga shootin’ like I hoop nigga
  86. At him and it’s click clack bang watch me mute niggas
  87. Cops ain’t got a clue nigga three words who did it?
  88. Laid you in that box in that sharp ass suit
  89. And I got ya niggas spooked cause they see what the fuck it do
  90. Boy Jesus couldn’t save himself and you think he gone save you nigga?
  91. Act live, flatlines I laid ‘em down and wet’em up baptize
  92. Nigga I ain’t nothing new to this, it’s FGE we do this shit
  93. We be fly as a stewardess, but cross me like a crucifix
  94. I’m back on that stupid shit, shootin’ shit believe that
  95. Yo religion ain’t true as this
  96. Pure common sense, boy that’s the thing that you lack
  97. Just cause it’s published in a book, it doesn’t mean it’s a fact
  98. Now listen, cause man we wasn’t allowed to read on them plantations
  99. 300 years, had my people growing impatient
  100. Wanting to know what’s in that Bible and they can’t take it
  101. Now let me tell you ‘bout the plan of a damn racist
  102. Let’s teach these niggas love who hate ‘em so they can’t say shit
  103. Whoever hits you, turn ya cheek, so they can’t face it
  104. Edit the Bible before you show it to these L7’s
  105. And this the shit that y’all buying? Now clientele sell it
  106. Your mind, still, is a slave, that’s how they jail cell it
  107. This is America people, I call it Hell’s Heaven
  108.  
  109. Aye, I know y’all mad at me
  110. And probably call this blasphemy
  111. But I know some Christians who tote pistols
  112. That a blast for me
  113. [x2]

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