Montana Of 300 - Left Me in the Rain

Song Rating: 8.71/10

Song lyrics:

[Chorus: Montana of 300] x2
She tried to run game (oh nah) told that b**h its over
She found her a lame (spendin loot) he be trickin on her
But dont f** the same (way I do) sh** feel different dont it
Left me in the rain (yeah) came back drippin on her

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
Check out my drip step up out the whip
Gucci on my kicks Im in my bag
Like Im eating chips she used to be my dip
Cold as ice but that b**h aint that slick
And I aint no [!] I had to roll
She went behind my back like I set a pick
Now she sick Bayless just like Skip
And she need a fix while he tricks
She sends naked pics she must miss this dick
I ignore her now she hurt she pissed
‘Cause it wasnt worth the risk
You had your shot blew it like a crip now miss me like a brick
Now you spyin all on my Instagram
Im drippin sauce you see me shinin
You miss the way I taste you miss the way I used to slide in
Kissin lickin s** all on her titties while you ride it
Lay you on your stomach and go crazy from behind it
Feelin on your booty like R. Kelly bumpin grindin
But we cant rewind it
Im the truth like confessions I came clean
Have the drip show that what the rain bring
Had to cut that b**h off tryna gangrene
You get dick but b**h it aint the same thing



[Chorus] x2

[Verse 2: No Fatigue]
Watch out Im the sh**, might have an effect on yo b**h
Aye, just like a pick, thought I was a lick
Said that she had my back realized that b**h wasnt sh**
No [!], she thought that I was gone slip
And its not a diss bet that she miss
What I used to do for baby like Im the one that got [!]
f** her brains out f** her brains out
Didnt make no sense, on social media
Blowing up all of my pics I could tell she miss the dick
[!]
[!]
Thinkin Im tweakin got me feelin like Wayne
b**h got me misunderstood
Cut that b**h off, I know you see it was simple
Now its f** her like a nympho, we used to f**
No Chris Brown, switch up the tempo
Let her ride me like a rental, [!]
Break her back like a pencil, beat that p**y instrumental
Thinkin she had me, thought she had the game
All that b**h got was a demo, found her a lame
Trickin if he got it, [!] need to stop it
I got different options, had her on cuffs call me Thompson
Now that sh** dead, unresponsive
She keep on callin, I keep on pressin ignore
I f** around I might block her, dont do no pop-ups
Im not your daddy or poppa
sh** got too hot so I dropped her, aye

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 14:54