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skeamz - santa lyrics

i got dogs wit bandanas
crew whole grew up in the slammer
bad guy still tony montana
slaying these beats call me santa
sweet chopper split you banana
construction can’t f-ck wit are hammers
see me round panorama, i’m fresh you a bama, this murder no cameras
these rappers today they some amateurs, taking ya managers booth imma damage ya
f-ck her on top of the banister
pop her canister, chill no parameters
these trappers is thinkin they rappers, they really some actors, career’s goin backwards
i’m keepin the gas in the backwoods, and homies on napper, will clap ya, if money’s a factor, ahh
stacking paper librarian
love money i’m marrying
f-ck concealed open carrying
for the beef i’m burying
don’t beef you vegetarian
cuttin her no cesarean
swing on me perrying hit my delirium
keeping the drink like aquarium
psychedelics, you can pop pills
fill my pockets till the bills spill
flip mode hearing chill phil
all my n-gg-s know is kill kill
you ain’t trill you should write wills
know the deal twisted like a drill
40 i reserve be the steel
need a refill i got ill
doc i need a prescription
palms won’t quit with itchin
double vision, lifted have risen
g-ssed up and driven, by beautiful women
eattin her kitten, my diet-tian
stripping and kissing no intermission
move when i’m whippin don’t want collision
money go missing that long division
compet-tion dead we reminiscing
zooted and trippin i caught you slippin
ballin like pippen, know my position
throw her a stack and i bet she listen
f-ck wit the holdin back, a maniac off the cognac and the loudpack
surround where ya thrown is at, pull the straps, peel his cap, this a dope hat
imma rock that, wild black cat, cross paths and your pulse flat
b–bie traps in the trap, spit crack, dirt naps for the caught rats
my goonies be no ratatouille
i’m shining forgot all my jewlery
i’m santa desiigner can sew me
she moody the bigger the booty
should i go in or vibe, done this a 100 times but i can’t decide
gimmie head baby when i ride, have you seen them thighs, p-ssy poppin style
seek hoes you can hide, bait on the fishing line, money on the mind
wine and dine, which ya dime killed the p-ssy from behind like it was a crime
don’t talk sh-t bout mine, coffee wit the grind, boy i’m to refined
clique of kings, 4 of a kind, call me if you fine, numbers don’t lie
trust none in a suit and tie, imma act blind, till a n-gg- signed
rap jesus i be in the shrine, miracles i ain’t even trying
we are not one in the same
finago a code in the game
hitting the stains, on you lames, you should be ashamed, the way we crept and we came
ripping your chain, on my david blaine, spit yoga flame
you couldn’t hang, never contained remember the name
s-k-e-a-m-z
turning up like a frenzy
your girlfriend really friendly
auto correct wit semi
my vatos keep demi
showing out for the emmy
quick hooks liquor in me
whiping out all your memory
isn’t slang we call it jargon
start songs dearly departed
earn strips i’m purple hearted
tackle me i’ll get the yardage
lighting up by the sping gardens
lock me up i’m gettin pardoned
tight and twisted double knotted
take it back to where i started

hook
i dogs wit bandanas
crew whole grew up in the slammer
bad guy still tony montana
slaying these beats call me santa
sweet chopper split you banana
construction can’t f-ck wit are hammers
see me round panorama, i’m fresh you a bama, this murder no cameras
these rappers today they some amateurs, taking ya managers booth imma damage ya
f-ck her on top of the banister
pop her canister, chill no parameters
these trappers is thinkin they rappers, they really some actors, career goin backwards
keepin the gas in the backwoods, homies on napper, will clap ya, if money’s a factor

- skeamz lyrics

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