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santana montana - $antanastyle lyrics

this mumble rap ain’t hip hop this is crip bop please stop thru come by drop a beat like diss nas that’s my boo like brit she walk like i got locks in my head like ima rasta b-tches call me dada like i me i me papa step into the booth i’ll kick you out all y’all cats ain’t spittin’ none i make your chick c-m some sl-ts are great but never in bed who gettin’ that bread u gotta leave hoes cause they ain’t sh-t but tricks & hoes this heat will make you spit it out yo mouth because it’s hot drop em like a bad habit i shout through the mic because i’m very angry thought it was a drought cause it was a rain fall my bars of lines will say crazy flow cause i’m still going u can’t touch my mic money take me every where i go i sip so much juice i got sick i’m like sl!ck rick on the beat i hit you wit them combos you rappers are just new lunch it’s a bunch of u i will eat try me it will be deathpunch before you know it i hit hard like the wind it just be blowing tick tok don’t stop the clock tell it give me a minute we just got a check 24 bars pt. 2

- santana montana lyrics

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