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cuttaboy santana - scrimmage lyrics

(santana tell em)

out of the gutta, a jungle boy
i’ma bury my feelings, i’m thugga boy
i might marry the trenches she 1 of 1
ian flexing for b+tches for everyone
out of all the birds i’m the flyest one
kick the b+tch to the curb she ain’t buy me nothin’
all i got is my word and my favorite gun
i had came dirt i’m a real one

and these n+ggas ain’t gangsta they peons
mine from russia his sh+t from korea
if we get tha bussin i won’t need a re+up
if he get tha pack i’ma turn into deon, sanders
i like my money real clean like a ransom
i get who i want cause thuggin and handsome
bands comin’ in i might build me castle
the way this sh+t is i want smoke with tha pastor

i want my whip a pamera
pockets on thick like tha bread from panera
this is a glock on my hip ion like no beretta
when i step out make tha block a coach+lla
with a bad b+tch and a clip from cabelas
25 k get you hit like a arab
from tha block that i came i can get off whatever
hot as a b+tch ian talking bout weather
show diamonds in hea make that lil b+tch getting wetter
this wock an wood make that lil b+tch look better
my dawg and gl!ck got my back thru whatever
my b+tch jus my b+tch as long we together
i am the man i’ma stay on my pivot
cuttin’ her off then get back to tha business
all raw coming straight out tha kitchen
gettin’ load send it off to tha trenches
all about money ian trippin bout b+tches
i came from nothing, can’t show how i did it
ain feeling on nothing, pour a 4 for my feelings
get tha money then go f+ck on my digits
real k!llas, don’t beef bout a image
n+ggas is p+ssy that smoke was a scrimmage
out of all of tha birds i’ma serve up tha pigeons
then hit up tha hood when i spot me a piglet
bro gon spot me i lift weight for my children
thanking the god, i get paid by tha minute
out of tha mix ion need that attention
off my d+ck i put riches fo b+tches

- cuttaboy santana lyrics

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