Lyrics:
texting me
I wonder who you calling girl cause we ain't speak in weeks
I wonder when you dreaming do you ever dream of me
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga, don't even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300 Crips
My nigga Magic from Avalon, Draws from
Slime, Slime
In that trap I'm servin' weight, I can't fuck with none of these niggas cause these niggas acting fake
Why them junkies at my trap like,
cemeteries
HE'S forever buried
HOW by any means necessary
I'm here to promise to keep my vows in order
I'm here to promise to keep my child in order
'Til
and get 'em
I'm from the old school, I go by the realest system
If it's illegal don't tell no nigga your business
'Cause you'll be in your house and them
raised by my momma
My pop used to beat her
Got a sister my age, my pop was a cheater
Gram's kept something in the pot for us to eat up
Had to open up
bust open
His piñata feel like I'm Luke lil boy I'm you're father
Rio Santana done slaughter your daughter
We cannot be friends birds by flock
We cannot
hunnids on me
Keep a thumpa on me
Keep it lowkey
I could wet ya homie
Out here by my doly
By my lonely
Yeah, the one and only
Santana
The one and only
my head (never)
Lady in the streets but a freak ho in the bed (freak)
Don't make me say it twice, bitch, I said what I said (the fuck?)
Two things I
the time
I see you in my dreams
(I see you in my dreams, yuh done know di love is real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (come on, girl
that I'm in for my best no less
Home in the heart and we're never apart
I took to my mind when my pros couldn't start
It's love for the art Santana
smile in my face and be desperate enough go back and just lie on my dick
Karma's a bitch
Tell me what makes you think all of you rappers can end me
You
surrounded by mains and remains.
Fuck spending my days up in chains in a cage.
Hard to move on when life been Pompeii.
Still cash up, but lately it’s been
on the come up
Lemme blossom like them pink roses
And spread them legs like I'm Moses
Surrounded by my thoughts
In a room full of thots
I ain't happy here
My
Santana still won’t give her shit on dat red like I’m Santa
Might drop a Deuse in my fanta, patrone in my fanata the shhh in my Fanta
Make u a ghost Danny
a rap,
I have multiple showing, she one in a milli,
Now its colorful stones, cause there's ice in my phillies,
[Juelz Santana]
Sorry, I gotta go I
the mornin
Got some homies who just want a better life by they Jordan
Cause I got homies who ainn see they 21st
Or before it
Finally bout to be in my 20s wit
Casa I'm in here man
(you made me go through all this shit mother fucker
You better spit that shit
Diplomats Jim Jones Santana Freekey
Ayo Brazzy
Yea, they took my city so I'm in Harlem
Fuckin' wit Elz nigga
Santana, red bandana nigga
Holla at ya mu fuckin boy
Elz, these niggas looking like
They
confessin'
Face the consequences
Then baby come learn your lesson
(You need to turn yourself in)
So would all my sexy ladies
(Come on out with your hands up)
gators that's necessary
Accessories, my closet's a "Pet Sematary"
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo
I run scandals with savages
All
they got no honour
Sheep love follow that's on jah jah
Bwoy don't .bodder .man don't follow tell a fool my Jewells on San.tana .(dipset)
Swear down
don't want to live no more
No more, no more
I'd rather be Gone...
Really out here tryna make my dreams come true
Living a nightmare where I die
niggas on the East coast
Six-oh's, Eight Tray, Hoovers
Main Street, all my niggas in Compton
And the South side, ya dig?
Nutty Blocc
Santana
Oh,
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