Lyrics:
is constipated
Juelz Santana:
What you know 'bout it, I'm a rich pimp
I get dough then have your bitch go count it
I'll hit you with the quarter
is constipated
Juelz Santana:
What you know 'bout it, I'm a rich pimp
I get dough then have your bitch go count it
I'll hit you with the quarter
damn mouth
Walk down on them broad daylight, it ain't no funny, no drive-by
I'm cool on the love and the high-fives
You niggas can't keep up with my
the cannon
I’m in the pit with the cannon
Shawty got, shawty got
Shawty got hoes like a campus
You cuffing that bit'? Well damn
That bit' in my standards
Run
places
leave you speechless
[P.R. Terrorist]
Speak with a lisp
Lyrics of force'll skip ya disk
Shuffle your track, bring ya shit back
then make ya piss
everything new
And these lil n***as sipping pints of the fu
Santana Gang we aint taking no memebers
Dese n***as be lame and they hang with pretenders
B***h
of Remy
My shawty she pretty saddity
We looking like Bobby and Whitney
But really I feel like Santana
Cus when I be with you I feel like I'm winning
Got wock up in this cup this shit too strong you can't be sipping that
Goofy hoe
All up in my face but I'm too through with that
This thot up in
onna come up you see how we coming
No faking no hating dem boys ain't no joke (dem boys ain't no joke )
Dem boys ain't no joke
Play with lil matty get
[Juelz Santana:]
Catch me where you catch me
find me where you find me
in the hood or on the island
im probably by a palm tree
skull gang chain nigga
like I spit off the top of they mind
I just be tryna get high
The smoke finna make me go blind
I do not fuck with your kind
You just a Gold digging bitch
Breakfast Santana
I remember you at the downtown annual parade
With the bomb squad never packing a grenade
I was hella wavy, your hair was laid
Never
for me
Tryna stay by my side till we D - I - E (Yah)
Lil mama finna get restless (Woah)
No wahala you can come get this (Ooh yea)
Lil mama finna get
couping up
Black SUVs nigga
I sleep with my stick
Just slimed a plug man
I hit his ass with that fifty
I sleep with my stick
Your ass ain't on shit
You
got on a different path
Ain't no catching up we been overlapping ya
You can see us climbing come and have a laugh with us
We go Ha Ha Ha
You talk blah
ma put
Them rock in your ass, the rest twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab
Play you for what
You gon' play yourself
Ain't nobody gon' pay you like you
tendencies when I made myself a slave
I don't want to live this way so my spirits gonna say
By any means necessary
Malcom X with my fist in the sky
Drum beats
fuck with natural its all the same
Yea, roll down the window
I caught him walking by himself
Dolo
Head shot, leg shot, body shot, hit a nigga with
you, to collect your debt and all the shit you owe us with receipts to show it""
Waiting for the fucking day I'm shining
Diamond in the rough, Diamonds
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,
try to examine
But never do what I can with this
Here to manifest
What you don't wanna stand against
I'm the G.O.A.T. by unanimous
Get you choked in
the crib
And ask are you alone Killa
[Chorus]
We race foreign cars, custom models, drop top mustard Tahoe
We like the musketeers, trained by cus
on me, bro pull up with diamond testers
Zaza pack only over here, you be rolling half the pressure
Sometimes I trap by my lonely, sometimes homies trap
I just want Jose Luis money
Big Vic Money
That Titon money all surrounded by the honey's
Want Domencio Money
Black Jus Money
Boy George money you
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