santos – relations lyrics
[intro]
b+tch i ain’t mama or son why you’re 60years old …………
[hook]
b+tch i ain’t mama or son why you’re 60years old you’re 60 years old
i ain’t your uncle so don’t ask me for dho stop f+cking around you better go ask out your bro
i ain’t your nephew so don’t pull up to my crib you better watch up your move i got 30 in my glock
i ain’t your paps so if i say vamnos you better say adios or imma bleed up your nose(santos gang n+gga aiight)
[chorus]
b+tch i ain’t mama or son why you’re 60years old you’re 60 years old (flex)
i am not your uncle so don’t ask me for dho stop f+cking around you better go ask out your bro(bipolar)
i ain’t your nephew so don’t pull up to my crib you better watch up your move i got 30 in my glock(grr)
i ain’t your paps so if i say vamnos you better say adios or imma bleed up your nose(adios)
[verse]
like bumble bee all these n+gga flow me
all these frеaks are wanting me
i’m levitating on with thе other me dont f+ck with me ,dont duck with me(dont f+ck with me)
running fast like i’m an athelete
tripping with the other me
f+ck a bad b+tch with the other me with the other me(she love me)
stupid asf i dont care if i was a cat fish(hey)
i’m short as a knife but still got them bars(bars)
i’m fly high as a bird dont bust on the block i got 30 in my glock
you better watch up your move
all these suckas wana taste but i’m santos i just pass
b+tch i be running up the class i never skipping notes(santos)
like bruce lee i’m acting up like penguins of madagascar
ok bye bye i can’t talk to you if you ain’t got the cheeks(bye bye)
i didn’t text her back but she still got the message
i got lotta bars that i’m waiting up to slay
i’m running up the game so n+gga don’t tamper
(woo)
deim son(i’m gone)
[hook]
b+tch i ain’t mama or son why you’re 60years old you’re 60 years old
i ain’t your uncle so don’t ask me for dho stop f+cking around you better go ask out your bro
[chorus]
b+tch i ain’t mama or son why you’re 60years old you’re 60 years old (flex)
i’ ain’t your uncle so don’t ask me for dho stop f+cking around you better go ask out your bro(bipolar)
i ain’t your nephew so don’t pull up to my crib you better watch up your move i got 30 in my glock(grr)
i ain’t your paps so if i say vamnos you better say adios or imma bleed up your nose(adios)
[outro]
gang..
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