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Eastway Santana

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I feel like big homie
Hit him with the Yop
Cuz he wit homie
Uh F*ck it hit him with the Sock
Like I'm Mick Foley
Pull his top back step on that
F*ck nigga like he a roach
Hit him with that OK we gon okeydokey
Make that chop sing like Bobby Bushay
Then we gon hocus-pocus
We beefing with some broke
They ain't got no motion
I got my fie he got his fie
We ride or die
If he blow I'm blowing
Gon throw rocks and hide their hands
And tell police
If you know you know it
Lately I feel important
Always say my name like I pay the mortgage
But they aint got no crib
Rapping on the net in somebody shit
I been ran up a check and
Packed my bags and moved out my mama crib
This shit fucked up
Rats dont get glorified where I come from
Terror squad like Joey crack
Hit em wit that lean back
He a hum bum
But he just like all them niggas
They all gon tell sum
I feel like EST without the G
Like Mr. T
I could have a 14
And bust it down with me & bro a Vick a piece
I don't smoke nicotine but need a bean
I'm Tryna geek
Ima big dog
M put it on
So when I'm cold I need a mink
I need my bitch on fleek
I feel like Loonie B
I aint SG or S.G
But I SD
I keep the lights on
Like I'm fpl you can ask G
Hit the road with Uncle Sam & get it Tax free
Every turn around we bring it back
I'm the type to be blabbing in da trap
I be really like I'm 2150
I'm a fucking job
Damn I mean a Jabb
I aint never had a job
I remember jacking cars
Now I'm trying to be a superstar
Now she want to suck my D
I just left a bitch on seen
Is you gon hold it down or you gon tell police
Feel like Yak I'm back for everything
Married to the game without a wedding ring
My arm reach stretch
From Port au Prince to way to Medellin
I feel like big homie
Hit him with the Yop
Cuz he wit homie
Uh F*ck it hit him with the Sock
Like I'm Mick Foley
Pull his top back step on that
F*ck nigga like he a roach
Hit him with that OK we gon okeydokey
Make that chop sing like Bobby Bushay
Then we gon hocus-pocus
We beefing with some broke niggas
They ain't got no motion
I got my fie he got his fie
We ride or die
If he blow I'm blowing
Gon throw rocks and hide their hands
And tell police
If you know you know it

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