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austin santiago - whatchu mean doe lyrics

[verse 1: austin santiago]
two months ago
you was push me to the edge
now you pusha t
yeah i’m back
and they still know not to f-ck wit me
burn somethin to the 3rd degree
wave your hands
cheer for the fat m-th-f-cka in the stands
giving um snickle frit
you gettin high off your own supply
take ah hit
we made plans to take ova the sh-t
you called ben baller to fluid your wrist
we are not the same
you either em or cobane
swerving through 4 lanes
in the trunk
pure cocaine & propane
if it don’t burn a hole in your nose
it’ll blow off your head to your toes
pressure juggling coast
top 5 dead or alive
why you let da sixth man score
you be doin the most
while i b-tter my toast
gain another yes man
cause you fraud in your post
lethal injection
when it comes to your dose
comes to my name
f-ck you talking bout bro

[chorus 1: austin santiago]
yeah i got that
whatchu mean doe
yeah i pop that
whatchu mean doe
yeah i copped that
whatchu mean doe (x3)

[verse 2: austin santiago]
you mad bro
you mad nah
just hefty or the glad
for the dude talking sh-t in the back
to the back hand
girl control your mans
hearing the rings from pots and pans
sweeter than 100 grand
stay low let the ammo overflow
hunting bucks giannis in the cammo
seen alotta keys like someone pano shoot the piano
these boys ain’t goin home
to the block we tie the knot
loyal to the soil where we also go to rot
measuring vodka in the coffee pot
my first mug shot
native & naive
what you see on the screen becomes reality
point shaving ah 9 to 5 salary
gettin to mixy
fantasy life got your mans ears like mickey
told you to ride out
now you got handle on bars like you was tryin get tricky
locked up
your girl gettin around now you mans fingers is sticky
yea boy you shoulda f-cked wit me

[chorus 2: austin santiago]
yeah i got that
whatchu mean doe
yeah i pop that
whatchu mean doe
yeah i copped that
whatchu mean doe (x3)

[verse 3: austin santiago]
i coped that
gotta few bunnies in top hat
black magic dummies
when i’m taken off the pen cap
really wit out hunnies & money who run rap?
f-ck it seram wrap wack rappers
let homeless homies run an amtrak
tie your hands to your ribs & throw you over the founders bridge
you mother don’t even want you live
snitch on who delivers the piff
f-cking homies shorties when they all in the mix
selling fiends step on sh-t to get your fix
you the type in broad day
we grab by the neck
leave your brains on the bottom step
just to show your homies how low from the top your iq invents
this why little homies shouldn’t listen og’s
all paroles with fake diamonds in they rollies
green gums from fools gold t–th
wifey wit scrambles eggs between legs
bacon bit nips
can’t believe y’all looking up to this sh-t

[chorus 3: austin santiago]
yeah i got that
whatchu mean doe
yeah i pop that
whatchu mean doe
yeah i copped that
whatchu mean doe (x3)p

- austin santiago lyrics

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