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saucy santana - boy damn lyrics

[intro]
(tre trax, i think we got one, haha)
f+ckin’ ass n+gga, tired ass n+gga
back your ass up out my motherf+ckin’ face
(it’s trax season bruh)

[chorus: saucy santana]
boy, d+mn, you talk too much (talkin’ ass)
won’t sweet talk these panties, n+gga, you ain’t clutch (nah)
boy, d+mn, why you lookin’ so hard?
won’t save a tired ass n+gga, b+tch, i ain’t no lifeguard
boy, d+mn, how you slippin’ on your pimpin’?
wake yo’ drunk ass up, need to be tippin’ not sippin’
boy, d+mn, and you goin’ out sad
i can’t be caught up in your mess when you ain’t got no bag

[verse 1: saucy santana]
(shh) what you talkin’ about?
i can’t stand a n+gga do too much with his mouth
i can’t stand a n+gga always lookin’ for clout
i’m a self made b+tch and we don’t do no handouts
let me show you in the right direction
i need the money, i’on care ’bout the complexion (nah)
won’t have me sittin’ in the house cryin’ and stressin’
while your broke ass outside instagrammin’ and flexin’
wah, wah, wah, here go your tired baby mama
i don’t want this n+gga, baby, spare me the drama (yep)
now that’s the end of that, somebody show me the commas
gotta private island me, not no cheap cruise to bahamas

[verse 2: tokyo jetz]
real b+tch, what up? on the d+ck, cut up
you ain’t spendin’, boy, you trickin’, tell that n+gga “shut up”
put that p+ssy on a n+gga, tell me will you run your mouth?
all that talkin’ like you got it, n+gga, show me what you ’bout
judge a n+gga by his b+tch, n+gga, that’s what you like?
you was talkin’ like she raw, oh n+gga, that’s what you hype?
boy please, you can meet me on your knees
use your mouth where it’s needed, too much talkin’ like it’s tweet
like boy d+mn, need a pad for your period
bad ass weed you smokin’ must got you delirious
tell a b+tch raised you so n+gga f+ck yo’ mama
and f+ck yo’ kids mama too, she act like it’s a problem, f+ck n+gga

[verse 3: saucy santana, tokyo jetz]
standin’ with my hand out, boy, hand it here
cash app or cash out, let’s make it clear
keep it cute or you can mute it, green duck ass
p+ssy way too good and b+tch, you can’t afford to come back
h+ll nah, h+ll nah, b+tch you playin’, ain’t no backtrack
stupid lil’ b+tch, don’t use your p+ssy for no get+back
‘tana please let a n+gga play with me
and i’ma go and f+ck his daddy, have his mammy stalkin’ me
tokyo, b+tch, you already know
if he ain’t got a check then he gotta hit the door
his ole’ broke ass, n+gga, get the door ass
i’ma need deposits if he think i’m finna throw ass (ayy)

[outro: saucy santana]
hahahaha
(tre trax, i think we got one, haha) saucy santana in this b+tch
tokyo motherf+ckin’ jetz and we jettin’ on you talkin’ ass n+gga
(it’s trax season bruh) boy, d+mn

- saucy santana lyrics

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