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j-raa - los santos lyrics

[intro]
yuh
j+raa up in this b+tch
yuh
yuh
yuh, what, aye

[verse 1]
pull up
pull up
pull up to the crib we can roll up
puffin’ on zooties i’m the future
touchin’ on booty shawty cute, yuh
blow me like a flute, yuh
cuz it’s goin’ down like we in the 90’s
smokin’ out the pound now we all got smilies
roll by the kwik trip
so high i’m lifted
oh my a thick b+tch
so fly i’m tempted
boutta be on some “aye girl, what’s yo number?
hope it ain’t no trouble
i’m not tryna rush ya”
she be like “ain’t you a rapper?
you so 2012 wit’ yo fake ass swagger”
f+ck you then i don’t need you
wit’ yo fake ass, fake b00bs
fake class, fake jewels, d+mn i hate you
it don’t get no better than me
black eyed peas, i’ma be on that ellen d
generous show
give a f+ck, no
suckle on my big toe
b+tch you stuck in limbo
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout that game in black and white
talkin’ sh+t on my name it feeds my appetite
[hook]
cuz it ain’t all sunshine and rainbows
headed to the mall, i’m about to change hoes
winter to the fall, chasin’ down the pesos
f+ck it i’ma ball like we in los santos
cuz it ain’t all sunshine and rainbows
headed to the mall, i’m about to change hoes
winter to the fall, chasin’ down the pesos
f+ck it i’ma ball like we in los santos

[verse 2]
ain’t about to f+ck wit’ that kwik trip b+tch no mo’
heh, no mo’
call me kid cudi cuz i’m boutta be flyin’ solo
heh, dolo
cruisin’ down the interstate i’m boolin’
zoomin’ through the yellow tape i’m coolin’
i’m the key to the glock
and i’m a genie in a bottle
see my weenie? suck it off
a sleeveless tee because i’m hot
but oh you want me cuz i’m poppin’ now?
yo, i’m feelin’ like jack harlow wow
minus all the clout and the curly hair
guess what i’m about
chasin’ guap, i’m a self made millionaire
oh nah, look at that broad
givin’ out bl+wj+bs for her day job
hey, y’know what?
five bucks is five bucks
she gon’ try to f+ck, honey i don’t want your virus
keep your p+ssy warts to your god d+mn self
pay your car insurance, get some god d+mn help
or maybe you could go wit’ plan b
suck and f+ck on the daily and have a baby
then you both doomed
then you both screwed
got a child from a man who barely even knows you
he goin’ out for milk, comin’ back? (never)
she gonna toss her kid in the trash (brenda)
[hook]
cuz it ain’t all sunshine and rainbows
headed to the mall, i’m about to change hoes
winter to the fall, chasin’ down the pesos
f+ck it i’ma ball like we in los santos
cuz it ain’t all sunshine and rainbows
headed to the mall, i’m about to change hoes
winter to the fall, chasin’ down the pesos
f+ck it i’ma ball like we in los santos

[outro]
los motherf+ckin’ santos
b+tch

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