Lyrics:
wine
Santana d-v-x make you wanna have sex (ooh)
I'm rich bitch! I'm havin' my chips
Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks, uh
Won hella grammies,
sweat, drippin' on the mattress
Dipset, Killa Cam, she like my, Jewels Santana
Have you feeling things you ain't, yet, imagined
Living in the moment,
with the Refugee Gang
Wyclef
Jerry Wonda
Mr. Santana
G&B
Yo, Carlos, man, you makin' that guitar cry
with the Refugee Gang
Wyclef
Jerry Wonda
Mr. Santana
G&B
Yo, Carlos, man, you makin' that guitar cry
slugs
Who dat he snap on the beat
Ike Santana the beast from the East
I play with the money you nights compete
I start with the 3 and the 8 pack the heat
king of the south (uh huh)
Well I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city
(you already know)(Santana)
And when the king and the prince get together
Song Title: VIVA SANTANA
Written and composed by: Stash Rameios;
Lead Guitars: Electric & Acoustic – Stash Rameios
Band: Blu-flames (Stash
king of the south (uh huh)
Well I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city
(you already know)(Santana)
And when the king and the prince get together
the profits I got the middes touch
Im all skills with a pinch of luck
Im all in imma call your bluff
If you a scumbag then imma clean you up
Please don get
Waiting for my baby
Waiting for my baby
I'm on the pier, I'm waiting for my baby
I'd like to see her and I don't mean maybe
She goes by
to Florida
Rucker game attender
With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you catch me front and center
In the war zone with the hittas
Yeah, check gang though
I'ma pop up on you in the latest
Count my racks up, take a little dope
Get my pistol, I
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
I've been paying attention to what's going on out there man I've been watching you niggas stealing my
Ways and shit and it's getting out of control
already know what I'm about homie
I'm young I'm focused I'm just coming out homie
You can go by what you hear through word of mouth homie
Or step out
Long checks,long chips, long dick and rubber
Come roll with a pimp or gangsta
Hustler by nature
Trust that I'll take ya
I'll show you the rules
we live by the codes of Cobras
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, we're in Pensacola
The end is over, Coroner come
talkin' 'bout Mingo
My niggas still finna play with the gadgets
If you talkin' down then we slide with the ratchet
S-S-Santana stay with a Lil Uzi,
Gang but we live by the codes of Coberas
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, where the pimps are colder
The end is
mean he’s
With Nas and them if you don’t get
The gist of what I’m trying to
Tell you, that’s like my man, Jim
Jones, Santana and one of them, going
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
[Juelz Santana]
Aight I want you to sing
Life changes on a daily bases, every minute every
[Razah]
Life changes on a daily bases
Every minute
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
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