Lyrics:
the hype
Me I'm just done, done, done, done
I don't take this shit for granted
I do my own propaganda
I feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out
and speakers from the pawn shop by our home
And we loved playing DJ hero
I got good at it figured I could add a few zeros
Came a long way from dragging people
I get my rocks off
All this fake shit niggas knock offs
The way they cross you up I call them hot sauce
Do your own thing now thats some hot sauce
I'm
-right, do-right, do-right) all-night man
If you want a do-right
(do-right, do-right, do-right) all day, day
Ain't no way for me to love you
If you won't let me it
Niggas they sayin
I sound like Santana
Well nigga
You ain't gon do shit about it
Right in the store
With my killas my niggas
We just hit a lick
Rapping be my second lover
Can you raise the ceiling
A full house tho, Danny Tanner
Speaking Spanish Como va, mi ritmo call me Santana
Bleeding into
nigga that know me
I got a Mexican baddie she done up and when I hit pussy sound like macaroni
The way her body is shaped you would think that it's
I'm Santana the way the guitar moves me
The same feeling I get when God suddenly raps through me
Strapped with a Mac in the back of the Ac, Laptop
It's me again crack in the flesh
Santana, baby i know y'all remember this
Yeah let's do it
A fucked up childhood, had me like damn
(damn) watching
change my ways.
And it's a part of you, I never wanna lose.
I'll do anything you want me to.
Like any other day, I know I'll find a way
And if ever I'm
are
Show you how it goes
Pulling up
Line full of cars
Got lime in my gar
You can smell it from a far
Making way through the club
Everybody knows me
Lil Wayne-And My Grill Is Ill,Ice Bright White Like Jaleel,
Did I Do That? Throwing Up Signs Like I'm Lil Frat Eagle Street Match
See Me When You
(they'll tell you, "No way")
Uh-uh, I been hotter than you dudes
To me this shit is easier than tyin' my two shoes
You young cats sound old and retired
Det som Bogota här med cola
Vi glittrar som Philipp Plein
Du blir rökt som Mary Jane
Are you feeling me
My soul drips blood an' it's killing me
I don't really wanna take your ass nowhere
Let's do the real song, come on
Maybe you should or maybe you just shouldn't
Cause baby this gun'll
the best at
Whatever you do and that's my
Mentality i believed that
I was the best in the world at what I ever
Did and I had the motivation that was needed
from a human to a stat
You saying that you bang pussy let me see you stack
I dont fuck with niggas by the way they like to Act
Heard that nigga mad i got
turn a nigga from a human to a stat
You saying that you bang, pussy lemme see you stack
I don't fuck with niggas by the way they like to act
Heard that
cul-de-sac
Pistol turn a nigga from a human to a stat
You saying that you bang, pussy lemme see you stack
I don't fuck with niggas by the way they like to act
Walk in the building I'm smellin' like gas
I'm in that SRT goin' fast
Getting chased by the jakes so I did the dash
If they chase me on feet I'm
fans
Got sharp sixteens, I wrote 'em with Logan hands
I get it live, give me five
Go against me, you DiCaprio, you'll barely survive
You want that
to say is highly confidential
And in the music industry today
Very essential so bust out your pencil
You can do it on your own
Stop thinking that these
from heaven floatin' by
Then I thought, no, no way she must be from around here
She got one of those tans you just know she wears all year
Swayin',
actions just makes me want to die
I'm talkin bout the way you used to say my name
I still like how it sounds
But now you always tellin me I've changed
Guess
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