Lyrics:
spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies
But I'm the like the ice man, Michael Kiplenski
I style on new york, power my fort
Dips, consorted by
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
I took a trip downtown
Met you at the flame club
Santana in the background
You’re looking good with no makeup
Conversation so intelligent
Got me
it's got me tied in
I like my bitch from the islands
Weed is so loud like a siren
I keep my heat when I'm sliding
Killing they moment of silence
I need
peers
Yeah I want some, it's no guessing game, but god damn
I'ma hunt dumb by not pressing play just yet
'Til I've got that check and I'm on my jet today
the country
I know Hoodstas in the city too
Nino and Santana keep a blammer
They get rid of you
Buzzing with my cousin in the jungle
Boy, it's critical
Lying
Bitch just stole my fuckin' whip, god damn
Bout' to pull up on that bitch, be like "blam blam"
She gon' really see the drip when I slide in
In a new
on Celly's
All right in front of the deli
Holly, Lilly, to Kelly all spent once on the telly
(And what else) and I got hella gear
My earring is nice
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
jumpin-jacks in the AP, I can make the time change
200 hoes in my call log and they ain't got not a namesake
Took her out the hood, put her on the drip, now I
Taking adderalls to numb the pain
It still won’t stop everything
Every other night I see you in my dreams
In my dreams, in my dreams, in my dreams
die like this
That’s what I want that’s what I dream, like this
That’s what I want that’s what I dream I dream like this
When I’m in my bed and I
die like this
That’s what I want that’s what I dream, like this
That’s what I want that’s what I dream I dream like this
When I’m in my bed and I
finally fed up with loves economics
Feels like a setup but in general don't wish death upon it
Separate myself from the cloud and my texture softens
How
Glee glee
YB YB hmmm, why be YB hmmm, yeah
Hmmhmmhmm hmm
Hmmhmmhmm hmm
Hmmhmmhmm hmm
Girl you my slime, but could be my world mhmhmhmh
I'm in some
recurring thing that in my dreams I can fly
When I was younger, wasn't really that high
Maybe over small buildings, telephone lines
But as I've grown up,
(Free Trap, free Scrap, free Gato, rest in peace, Kane)
I saw niggas get that bag in my city
Figured I need it too (I need it)
Listen to my gun
can sum up
My religious feelings in a couple
Of paragraphs first: I
Believe in you and me i'm
Like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand
Russell and Albert
one
I'm standing on 10
Nigga i'm sturdy
Young nigga he sturdy
My city too turned up in the streets real live purging
Go go
Give my young boy a 30
He
Success come around
Like a merry-go
Pump this up
In your stereo
Representing T-dot Ontario
Ohhhhh
We are chasing our dreams
Achieve by any means
We make it
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
Sunglasses and bathing suite
Be the baby of my dreams
Like the ladies in the magazine
Yeah, (yeah) gonna be so neat
Dance (dance) to the Euro beat
Oh
Sunglasses and bathing suite
Be the baby of my dreams
Like the ladies in the magazine
Yeah, (yeah) gonna be so neat
Dance (dance) to the Euro beat
Oh
Waiter bring me another drink for me and my niggas,
We made it through another week and thatÂ's Bantom
We just trying to get by, trying to make it
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