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cello mtz - san andreas lyrics

(that boy is benihana)

got a n-gg- geekin tryna give you sum affection
but these b-tches just want you for the money and attention
i’m getting all the hoes that you n-gg-s be after
i be giving her this d-ck imma bless her like a pastor (what’s the matter)
shoot a couple shots ill shoot a couple rounds
got a chopper with a laser bouta run yo -ss down
run up on me dumb ill put you in the ground
i be f-cking on your main hoe then i p-ss her all around
selling dope yeah imma need this money pr-nto
i be stacking all this paper lookin like i won the lotto
baby so bad cause she lookin like a model
making all the moves and you p-ssy n-gg-s gon follow
walk up in this b-tch throwing c-notes
with some g codes, got her yelling in the back yelling “east coast”
tryna keep it simple but you n-gg-s really do the most
every weekend, tell her i need some p-ssy and some deep throat
im coolin with a mac and a 40 on my hip
got the 9 on my side bouta empty out the clip
stealing on your main b-tch cause she lookin h-lla thick
bouta show her all this money imma take her to the crib
riding down the road i be rollin down the streets
i be f-cking on your girl i be bruisin up her knees
she be sucking on my d-ck she be messin up the sheets
always real never faked never switch up on my team

soto:

mobbin with the team (the team)
we sippin up some lean (some lean)
my shooters got the macs (uh uh) and they be aimin at yo back (yo back)
you know we dressed in black (all black)
this drako kickin back (kick back)
young soto at the trap he be selling these custys fast

derek mcdonald:

young wild n-gg- i could give a f-ck
look at yo b-tch one time and she gave it up (yeah)
pop out n-gg- pop out
n-gg-s act hard till the narcos bring the chops out (yeah)
we rollin zips (yeah) and we smoke the sh-ts (what?) we smoking o’s (oh yeah) and we servin bricks (bricks)
keep my hands clean i don’t f-ck with the feds
i got my hands up but they think that i’m a threat
n-gg- you ain’t about sh-t so stop talking (stop talking)
if you say one more thing cello finna pop em (pow pow pow)
and i’m out with the gang so you know we mobbin (with the gang)
i don’t like to shoot but my n-gg-s keep the carbons
young n-gg- really shoot not in the garden
(in the garden)
send the 13 to his back like he james harden. gang!

- cello mtz lyrics

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