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shabazz pbg - molly santan lyrics

[hook: dufflebag boogie]
i got the molly santan
hang with the drum but i’m not in a band
track the number on the work tryna know when it land
got a plug from j-pan
free my n-gga bo out the can
my n-gga got 20 for chasin them bands
my shooters pull up and they hop out in vans
these givenchys i ain’t rockin no vans

[verse 1: rudy cash]
up the 40 i won’t give them no chance
true religion on my shirt and my pants
i been juggin out here tryna get bands
off the percs and i still want some xans
bootup comin from the a in santan
i been plugged in, what the f-ck is you sayin?
grab the pumps then the arp sprayin
pull up on him so he know i’m not playin

[verse 2: shabazz]
i’m off double percs, don’t f-ck with no xans
might grab the beamer just to do the dash
i facetime your b-tch just to see that lil’ -ss
i keep losing count when i count up them bands
i remember being broke with a mag
had a .380 that b-tch never jammed
we just shoot it out before we shake hands
blew the cash so the plug threw me 10 bands
pull up and you know i’m takin your b-tch
d-mn them n-ggas always takin them risks
160 zips i made that sh-t flip
swear that p-ssy torch, i hit it and dip

[verse 3: tae dawg]
i got more sh-t on sale than black friday
dej loaf, let a n-gga try me
shoot him with the 9 11 times
xan or a perc i popped both cause i couldn’t decide

[verse 4: tae dawg]
i got a vick in my blunt
switch it up, step on the wood like a stump
14 ridin round with a pump
young n-gga servin gas out the trunk
i serve you the gas and i’m whippin up bump
i’m poppin these xannies i don’t give a f-ck
every hit that i make, b-tch i double up
and you know that we stay with them glizzys all tucked

[verse 5: rudy cash]
on the highway watchin’ out for state troopers
b-tch you know you how you know you a state trooper
b-tch we stay with them glocks like we some state troopers
better watch your mouth before you say something to us
say you gone do something but you ain’t never do it

[verse 6: dufflebag boogie]
free my n-gga bo that’s why i pour a 4
i got gas like a texaco
i just met a plug out in mexico
got them gas bags and purp for the low
my trap boomin like a corner store
call me dufflebag don corleone
when i’m in the club, i got that 40 on me

[verse 7: trill castro]
50 in the gl1ck, you know it’s always on me
got that drum all on the hollow tip explosive
we was jumpin fences tryna duck a sentence
got them rackets on us like we playin tennis
i’m a cash addict, got a money fetish
i’m good with the rock just like monta ellis
step out in margiela, make these n-ggas jealous
stay far from the p-ssy n-ggas cause they tellin

- shabazz pbg lyrics

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