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and Santiago Santana
I'm a God but they calling us thug niggas
Yeah we calm down a little but we was hitters
A nigga was not trying to make his buzz bigger
I was

an advance
Plotting on you they shoot at ya mans
Snake ya own bro, just for them bands
Fuck out my pocket stop watching my bag
Fucking this hoe and she calling

Don’t play Chet Helms with my Santana
Sent a couple grands to my fam in Ghana
High above the land on my 10th hour
And we catching planes to new

they all kinda bad
But they calling me daddy, i'm not into that
And what is she getting, she pull out the strap
If you feeling lost, just call me the map

ticking

Timеs up, Times up hoe, you better wake up
Time to get yo cake up, lil hoe
Come get yo cake up

They calling me " Marii Santana "
I'm pouring that

money keep calling i'ma keep on counting
He say he with the shooting shit we leak him like a cone bitch
My money or the fame she cannot decide
Hop out

iMessage breakup, you thumbs-down on the tapback
Hang up and call me right back
You know, she know, I'm tapping that
I can't feel my fucking face, no Santana

pick up the mic and I kill you with grammar
Got a new plug connect out in Havana
I play with guitars, now I feel like Santana
BANATI
I was in the hood

wrist a Patek know I'm a goat
They calling me vert cause they know imma blow
Smoking on pressure it fuck up my throat
I'm with So Santana we getting them

like Santana I'm off of that leash
When I'm talking you listen okay?
Capeesh
Feel like I'm tanning I'm hot like a beach
Talking my shit like a reverend I

moving
Who made the product drop
I'm giving everything I got and now they calling out
Woah woah woah woah
Yea, now they copping out
I swear the gang

a go cause you know I’m going to win

The trap is hotter than scorpion
I got the packs with the scorpion 
I’m killing y’all with the whip game
Calling me

off and go up in this year
Man I feel like the Brody Santana Romani
Don't come in my dm expecting a free bee
Lil boy you should know that I'm all bout

Young with Hawks
Shit get Insidious creep in the dark
Pack from Miami that's Santana Moss
Ken Griffey knock that shit out the park
You niggas cappin

a rebel o
I want the heneny on the rocks n red label o
Cuz I was on my own
Calling on your phone
I just gonna know
Gotta did it on my own
Cuz I got

fvckin lie
you dont even have any choppa

baby santana mending diam aja
karna kau itu masih balita
tay k he is a real  killer
talking shit becuz y'all

Yea, tell her hold up
Call up Santana I tell him roll up
Call up my mama I know she show up
Already know zoro he finna show out
Mine against yours yea

At ya head just like some dandruff
Perks-Lean, Dirty-Fanta
Oil-sheen, Spray the hammer
N****s saucy like Santana 
If u balling put ya hand up
Money

personal bitch you can call it vendetta
Uh
I might pull up no bandana
Yuh
6 under think I'm fantano
Uh
Caught with the curse bass santana
Yuh
From

done that nobody knows

(Nell Santana)
Through the night, can't catch me creepin
I'm gettin' all this pie

Ain't layin' up, ain't sleepin
Until I double

genius like I'm Einstein

I've been living my life, Hennessy and white wine
She calling my phone, I let it ring all through the night time
I'm just trying

If you try to remember, you will lose
Empty your mind
My destiny is calling, my feelings so euphoric
Rebounding off my dark emotions like a power

Fox a problem 
All about the dough 
Dough

And if it ain’t about some money 
Do not call my phone 
N*gga please stopping calling me  
(I'm busy baby)

rock designer jeans
New money got these niggas think we won the lottery
Life hand me lemons I decide to go bananas
Harlem Ghoulie bandana tied Santana