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breakfast santana - #likeamac lyrics

this time we want all the money
breakfast
streetiebaby on the beat

i hate backwoods you don’t buy no sweets
i hate bad girls that ain’t got no cheeks
i hate rat n-gg-s who got no cheese
you all cap n-gg- acting like you know me
i never trust a deal without the bill first
she’ll never eat a meal without satisfying my thirst
i used to f-ck with a trill b-tch who never worked
i told her she need to hit a lick or hit a curb
used to believe in my homies
snake n-gg-s like durant i was kobe
i was out getting bags for the whole team
they couldn’t get it out the mud like an og
they never showed a n-gg- love never lonely
even my own blood happened to disown me
i ain’t trippin i’m focused n-body throw me
i hold my own weight in this world and god control me
i make bold moves i don’t follow no rules
i work under pressure but act so cool
in the heat of the moment i’m like alonzo
if i see it i want it i need a condo
if i see it i want it i need a beach house
when the time come most folk freak out
when the time come most n-gg-s seek clout
pull the sheet back you can see who the sheep now
i got priorities, you need some more of these
i know some wise young n-gg-s so what’s seniority
you ain’t got no respect for yourself and morally
you the type to neglect yourself and ignore your needs
you like plenty beef i prefer serenity
i’m quite generous you more like a petty thief
my bite venomous and pipe like degeneres
in your b-tches interest ah cuz she do me like that

headed to the money that’s that
put you on game run it back
imma need the whole thing where it’s at
she gimme lap-top cuz i do it like a mac
headed to the money that’s that
put you on game run it back
imma need the whole thing where it’s at
she gimme lap-top cuz i do it like a mac
headed to the money that’s that
put you on game run it back
imma need the whole thing where it’s at
she gimme lap-top cuz i do it like a mac
headed to the money that’s that
put you on game run it back
imma need the whole thing where it’s at
she gimme lap-top cuz i do it like a mac

ain’t no young n-gg- so i don’t play
i don’t bring no knives to no gun fight
i might smoke a little when i’m feeling tight
i’m a bad mamma jamma on sight
yall n-gg-s can’t f-ck with me cuz i’m on my vibe
can’t restructure me, cuz it’s all inside
and my soul glow i can light the night
like the hype is mine it’s my f-ckin time
b-tch i know you see me here
i’m bout to blow you’ll disappear
i’m focused see it crystal clear
i’m not gon show you use an ear
you got your own to engineer
could switch the gear at any time
you better get it in your prime
who really want a 9-5 wait
i can’t do it anymore it don’t pay
hoppin out and get it straight out the gate
old n-gg- give a f-ck what you think
i’m owed king salmon served on a plank
virgin islands swervin what’s in my drink
hennessy heavy d in my dank
told my momma imma pop any day
shoot my shot and i shoot for the face

- breakfast santana lyrics

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