Lyrics:
stash (why) 'cause the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease
Crush on me, keep rollin by
Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally
[Chorus - Freeway +
malattie e non mi hai chiamato Silvio
Primi album ho dato troppo per poco, io devo dirlo
Da coca a Coca-Cola, Armani, impara a diluirlo
Impara a dare cola
everything around me
Like a panorama and burn rubber with the
Ghost of Princess Diana
I'm like Santana: pullin' strings
In the game
While slaves emulate their
game getting wild
Eminem fired back at MGK
We got a surprise album from B and Jay
LeBron got gone, left for LA
And I still wanna know who bit Beyonce
Sheen (Sheen)
Lade nach drücke ab, ganz ohne Alibi (rrrah)
Stop! Drop! (okay, okay)
Mein Album und alle drehen ab, Digga (du weißt)
Mein
Yeah
Bag it up put it on the scale beep
Red by the case got runts by the qp
Niggas know lux you don’t gotta introduce me
Should I finesse em I think
at the seams
Like a real feen
That Hunger hold me but they want fold me that's how I stayed lean
Peace talks die by the gun
Like neighbors lurkin
That logic put
Hummers
Stackin' them chips and let them
Tricks get nothing from us
I'm wit' Kurupt, in LA, you know
My main homie readin' books by thugs
It's like Monster
cost you brick
I got to the bread with out hitting a lick
Imade it legit by taking them trips
You flexing the money I'm stacking the shit making it
You don't wanna see a tear drop from my eye
So you better just move homie and walk on by
Cuz I ain't got time, its hard staying alive
All you
Ride alone
Outlaw
Die alone
Outlaw
Sipping whiskey getting by
That's the way I live my life
I ain't coming down tonight
I'm an outlaw ride or die
star
But not the hollywood type
She backin it up
Im bussin the tunes
Shes sayin play maria by santana Because "her-name-is-my-name-too"
Her ass be so
Yes, Lord, it's all good, you know I hustle
In the tanktop with no muscle, all in the hood
And roll dice by the elevator, and post up
And wait there,
But when I'm in Atlanta I be sticking ones in her thong, hit it with Bandanas
I'ma play that cat like it was played by Santana
Bitch I hit you up
Like coke, they want us to straight drop, but we rise (hands up)
We just trying to get by, they wanna see us broke,
But they wonÂ't, we on the grind
Sheen (Sheen)
Lade nach drücke ab, ganz ohne Alibi (rrrah)
Stop! Drop! (okay, okay)
Mein Album und alle drehen ab, Digga (du weißt)
Mein
know that know judo?
Bandana Santana Bruno,
Run up get done up from sundown to sun up,
Better put that gun up,
If you don't you'll be one of 'em
(feat. Chink Santana)
Yo yo yo
(hustler baby)
Oh
No
(hustler baby)
Oh
No
(hustler baby)
Deep in the cut
With the chrome on the thrown
drove outta town to get a bird?
Had a hitter half your age to put 'em down, just get a word (boom)
Santana fucked my head up with them diamonds and that
knew
How you move just like voodoo
Smokin' on a big ass blunt of Aiki pack doe
By any means gotta get that dough, ayy
Now, I got my pole tucked, ayy
on top, let's get it
And I'm Fredo Santana by the way
zostawia ślady
To co nas różni od całej gromady
Nasza ferajna przyrzeka zasady
Spoczywaj w pokoju fredo santana
Wjeżdżam na scenę z użyciem tarana
Rozwalam
[CHORUS]
Sons of rock, we go by the name of
Sons of rock, you go by the name of
Sons of rock, we go by the name of
Sons of rock, you go by the name
Hands on that on that body
Baby I'm loving all that motion
Swerve on Ducati
In Santorini by the ocean
Wild like safari shorty get naughty wit
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