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2x smokie - santana lyrics

{pre chrous}

the way that they been movin in the bando random (yeah)
no sleep in 8 days i just drink up on my fanta (yeah)
they tryna go back to the house up in cabana (yeah)
they tryna to back to havvanah ain’t no landing (yeah)

{chorus}
the way that they been movin in the bando random (yeah)
no sleep in 8 days i just drink up on my fanta (yeah)
hop in the ghost and then i transfer to the phantom (yeah)
they wanna sing upping guitars just like santana (yeah)
big bucks when you straight come to the city (yeah)
talk a lot for someone whos straight d+mn perf so pretty (yeah)
he left him broken straight up out of his pity (yeah)
the streets is so dark straight up nitty+gritty (yeah, yeah)

{versе 1}
you know i love my chocolate you know i love my flavour (yеah)
shooting my shot like baby i got hot like tavor
they was tryna make all of this money i was in the back with the paper
they was tryna save all of this sh+t i just came back with a laser
big bl!ck on the back (yeah)
in the back mag
wit a back mac for
lookin like that snapchat
wit a back sack
and it looking like he got backstabbed
oh my g+d now he seen it all
it stepping back when it green to ball
oh my g+d that’s 2k with a fish fille and he down to rob (yeah, yeah)
shoot when we ridin, dyin
oh my g+d i see he is fly then he high b+tch (o, o)
hold up trae young for the 3 he came up from the deep end yeah he shot the 3 (ok, ok)

{verse 2}
b+tch go send me your address
i got braids like travis
diamonds on my neck bust add it (ss)
she was so talking fattest she had the fattest ass (ss)
i got the basket and bad him
biggest body hold molasses
i got this sh+t from the badest
oh my g+d my glasses
home of the fastest
karma dibaba fam him
metabolism isn’t the fastest
i’m gonna bag it
she wanna go up extatic (yeah)
exaggeration pull up in a coupe
all black no blue (yeah)
gave him punches in his eyes now he blind for the whole minute (yeah)
he tryna trap up in the kitchen
water, water, water, water, water whipping (yeah)
at the pot at a stove (hold up)
gimme backseat at the rove (yeah)
i was up, up in rover
no time for no closure
she was waiting for a minute
trap up in the kitchen (yeah)
trap up in the kitchen, big body hold this sh+t i’m whipping

- 2x smokie lyrics

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