Lyrics:
He's claiming man of the manor
My killys don't knock at your door
You affi dipset like Santana
When I aim that rocket and launch
Yeah we get cash
couldn't care less
Nowadays, dodging the stress
Run up on me, imma press
When stepping to me, do your best
If you want smoke, be my guest
But don't even
love me I let them do them.
You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.
If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,
Play
(That's why my dudes love me I let them do them.
You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin' wit' me, probably both.
If you happen to brush shoulders wit
mop the crew
Tryna give you what you want
Not what you need what you want (I got what you want)
Come and see me on that one way (On that one way)
And i
Yeah, Dipset (let's do it)
Uh, c'mon (yeah)
Uh, fuck with your boy (yeah)
It's Santana
Heatmakerz, where we at?
Let me see you do this
Killa,
get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean
I can't, I mean I turned the album in cas
What you really want me ta do
Naw call that nigga
like I spit off the top of they mind
I just be tryna get high
The smoke finna make me go blind
I do not fuck with your kind
You just a Gold digging bitch
Dipset Santana
Louie money bags, I need them as big as Santa's
Go Kanye West, bitch, give me that
You don't wanna see a tear drop from my eye
So you
that shit shoutout Santana
That's all that's on me
Haunt your shit like Danny Phantom yea
What you was telling me nigga yea I ain't forgot
Got me all
that I’d do anything (For real)
She knows that from knowing nothing (She the real deal)
But let me tell you one thing (What's that?)
I want her to be
celebrate, I said let's celebrate, we're gonna celebrate, celebrate, oh yeah
Do You Like The Way
Lauryn Hill
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Watch the master plan,
unless I hit that Canna
808's knocking on this beat
Baby that's Santana
Feel like Juice up in this shit
Rolling Doja in my planner
How you judging my life
step outside
Might as well
Use that your
Time up wisely
Way to rude how
My guys do crime
I suggest you comply
If the gang ask nicely
If I get caught
No
what you want cant do me wrong
Hit my dawg Santana serving customers like Jimmy Johns
She ain't never popped a molly she gone think it's fentanyl
I need
with the rumors
Don't ask me nothin' you can Google
Do I look happy, do I look happy to you?
(Do I look happy to you?)
Comin' in like, damn, where
like a drummer do
OMG, now you see me on the TV
Went from sellin' beats, to now I'm sellin' CD's
I know you see me, know you need me, but believe me
do is gang bang
Every nigga with me throwing up the same thing
Hundred shot TEC, I don't need no fucking aim
Shooters on deck, you can get your ass
and jivin
Hip hop, a way of life
It doesn't tell you how to raise a child or treat a wife
I verbalize over, rhyme friendly
That puts a listener in
and jivin
Hip hop, a way of life
It doesn't tell you how to raise a child or treat a wife
I verbalize over, rhyme friendly
That puts a listener in
man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With lots of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is blaka
The bitch ain't got no pape' you hoes be stupid
Won't catch me cuffin' if
The little bitch don't support me,
Post my music
You in the way, boy, you not
the rules we abide by
Loyalty is priceless, you can't buy mines
You would think my tongue got wings the way I pop fly
Bust down the watch just to show 'em
believin'
That all women want me, they don't wanna get even (no, no, no)
But who do you believe in, is it money or God?
Betrayal, trust, this thing of ours
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