Lyrics:
I got my guys and they always be by my side for more than like half of my time
I got some people that's hating they waiting for what I'm creating
to move, sexy and slow
Dee Jay St. Joel hyped a good show
Splits to the floor
Grinding that ass on the floor
Banging that song by Santana, wearing disguise
Santana baby
I ain't really got nothing for ya
Late nights drunk texts and phone calls
I don't wanna talk so I turn my phone off
Miscommunication when you
I was drowning out Santana
Riding shotgun with my daddy
Not loud enough to numb the pain
From the Outside looking in
seemed perfect but it wasn't
Am
But when I'm in Atlanta I be sticking ones in her thong, hit it with Bandanas
I'ma play that cat like it was played by Santana
Bitch I hit you up
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
the continent
I'm a dominant mothafucka, but you're the opposite
Turn around put your hands on the side
Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun
drove outta town to get a bird?
Had a hitter half your age to put 'em down, just get a word (boom)
Santana fucked my head up with them diamonds and that
knew
How you move just like voodoo
Smokin' on a big ass blunt of Aiki pack doe
By any means gotta get that dough, ayy
Now, I got my pole tucked, ayy
on top, let's get it
And I'm Fredo Santana by the way
insurance, was stolen by the thief of Bagdad
It's the world's greatest soundscanner
Whose elbows is made of steel like Tito Santana
The God's voicebox connects
bandanna
And I still got my jewels like my name is Santana
Look li'l' homie y'all really don't know me
Lookin' for the squad but see I'm by my lonely
[Juelz Santana - Verse #1]
Go, go, 'tana in da house
Front yo, uh-oh, them hammers coming out
Yo we ain't come here to hurt nobody
But act up we'll hurt
grammar I I just wanna by my mama a phantom
I remember she told me have to good manners imma do for you you was dad and Santa
Lookin for paradise in life
Young Real Niggas
Just cut from a different cloth you know
I ain't no more time to waste, I'm on my grind
Look, I got tired of playin' it by the book
Breakfast Santana
I remember you at the downtown annual parade
With the bomb squad never packing a grenade
I was hella wavy, your hair was laid
Never
hard
Excuse me darlin’
Are you bored all by yourself?
I can't make no excuses darlin
Kinda missin you right now
Come on over baby
We can just crush some
and somewhat foolish
Triggered by the summer, who gon get wet if he pools it
A 30 clip his new edition, now he needs to cool it?
I aint cool with systems down
Pour me up a double cup
But i'm not sippin lean, yeah
That's what took Fredo Santana
But not taking me, yeah
That's what took Pimp C
I got pimp in
Katsumoto place a sword to the stone
Katsumoto growing cold
Sam is back in black, don't get it twisted
Hard liquor, softs drugs lifted
Play Santana, black
And turned my mind and my body to a machine like
Calculating I'm thinking at light speeds and I'm
In control like I'm living inside a dream designed
By yours
White powder, mayo spread get the toast
Dope daddy bring the mink for the snow
Push them T's but I get it by the O's
You been blessed by the sick
i wish that shit could be different
Had a talk with my god and he listened
Can't no money just fix all my issues
Let off anger by squeezing
swerve swerve swerveee
Multiple the square root of 99 by the amount of times that I've been high
And divide it by the 3.14 the PI
And that will equal to my
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