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Dos Santos

Santos, Portuguese and Spanish surnames with several variations. The English translation of Santos is Saints. A singular version, Santo, may occur. Origin: Christian, from Latin sanctus. The dos Santos (English: 'of the saints') variation in Portugal and Galicia was commonly given to a baby born or baptised around All Saints’ Day. Near the close of the nineteenth century and at the end of the Brazilian Empire, the abolition of slavery in Brazil led to the rise in the name's usage within slave communities, Santos becoming a common surname in area of the Bay of All Saints. A Portuguese slave with no surname, for example, might take the name Santos upon the abolition of slavery and subsequently earning his freedom; this would indicate that he was of Bahian origi… more »

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You ain't blowin' like I'm blowin
This exotic you can't cop it
Bro 'nem to quick to start blowin
They don't really like the talking 
I done dodged a couple,
And f*ck that Dodge I want a foreign
Diablo without the roof
Pop out the - and just start blowin

It's only time til' I start blowin
Only time til' the gang blowin
Inevitable, they knowing
You not cut like us, you know it
You not pussy? Boy then show it
Anything I said, I wrote it
Damn near every bar can quote it
Too smooth, cocoa butter lotion
Don't take pics with straps and post it
If its on us you won't know it
I'm not here for all the flexing
Just want a check then I'm going
Break my problems and smoke it
Money maker, I don't tote it
I just say the word, they blow it
Wrap the body up and fold it
Heart turned black, used to be golden
Had remorse, that shit got stolen
That's when all my blessings rolled in
At that point knew I was chosen
Snappin' off Kendrick Controllin
Want them blue strips, pockets bulging
Bring back Pac, stop all this trolling
Bring back Nip, shout out them Rolling's
Changed in six months, you don't know me
Changed my number on em', Kobe
Changed my lifestyle, eatin' Kobe
Can't relate to y'all, y'all phony
Four deep in that Dodge creep slowly
Fed up, feel the acrimony
Four real ones, no testimonies
Die 'fore we rat, throw ceremonies

You ain't blowin', like I'm blowin
This exotic you can't cop it
Bro nem to quick to start blowin
They don't really like the talking 
I done dodged a couple deaths
And f*ck that Dodge I want a foreign
Diablo without the roof
Pop out the roof and just start blowin

I blow her back out on blowout
You against me, that's a blowout
Got the vault stacked, know its no drought
And it's all hot, ain't got no doubt
Take my time, I been joggin' on the pay route
In my way, get trucked, get laid out
I'm the hit-man, kill shit, take my payout
Every verse a hit man, don't try to fake now
And my new bitch get wet like a lake now
Still fly back home, f*ck my ex and get take out
Still curve fine hoes just cause they late now
Every hoe I f*ck now days pray they late now
But I'm more concerned with coppin' Wraiths and a lake house
Stackin' up, puttin' racks up in a safe house
Tryna get on, make noise then play mouse

You ain't blowin', like I'm blowin
This exotic you can't cop it
Bro nem to quick to start blowin
They don't really like the talking 
I done dodged a couple deaths
And f*ck that Dodge I want a foreign
Diablo without the roof
Pop out the roof and just start blowin

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