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fredo santana - mafia talk lyrics

[hook]
say she want pills imma feed it to her
p-ss it to ya friends let’s keep it going
she say i’m that n-gga, i’m already knowin’
pistol on my waist, he ain’t see it showin’
savage squad n-gga, but i stay glo’n (pint of red i stay pourin’)
had to borrow that b-tch cause she ain’t yours
it’s a thousand on your head, i paid for it

[verse 1]
real life boss n-gga, i really ain’t gotta say much
disrespect me one time, i swear to god you gettin’ touched
real n-ggas that’ll k!ll for me, i ain’t really got to do much
real street n-gga came from the bottom, i ain’t really got to prove nothing
i dare a n-gga try to play me, i’ll turn up like i ain’t gotta lose nothin’
i dare a n-gga try to play me, put his -ss on the news or something
all my n-ggas getting to the guap, like this ain’t really nothing new to us
we don’t f-ck with you f-ck n-ggas, cause all you n-ggas so fu to us
hate f-cking on one b-tch like d-mn i need me like two of them
plug front me a hundred bricks, like d-mn what imma gon’ to do with them
take them b-tches to the trap, why f-ck with them get right through with them
these rap n-ggas be super clown that’s why i don’t even fool with them!
where you from in your own hood they don’t even respect you
you’s a goofy -ss n-gga, you’s a clown -ss n-gga
in the streets never did nothing special
i’m a real street n-gga, i’m a real trap n-gga
started selling crack when i was eleven
run off with the work, i ain’t gotta run off my plug he give me extra
extra guap, extra cheese. everything come in extra
extra guns, extra weed. n-gga i got them weapons
run up on fredo then you leave up in a stretcher
have my mexicans chop your hands off just to show your -ss a lesson
real trap n-gga. i can show you how the move work
real street n-gga. i can show you how that two work
real trap n-gga. n-gga better do your homework
real street n-gga. go and do your research

[hook]
say she want pills imma feed it to her
p-ss it to ya friends let’s keep it going
she say i’m that n-gga, i’m already knowin’
pistol on my waist, he ain’t see it showin’
savage squad n-gga, but i stay glo’n (pint of red i stay pourin’)
savage squad n-gga, but i stay glo’n
savage squad n-gga, but i stay glo’n

- fredo santana lyrics

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