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damon sharpe - babysantana, ka$shdami, dcg bsavv, & dcg shun lyrics

[chorus: babysantana]
she said hey to me, i thought she was damon sharpe
mona lisa she a painted work of art
gas so high, i think i could touch the stars
and my pockets fat, yeah my pockets they all large (woah, yeah)

[verse 1: babysantana]
please don’t hit my phone, you gon’ get ignored
[?] we gon’ up the score
i got h*lla girls that seem a galore
and my pockets fat
she grabbing on my subi’s asking me like what is that
i got way too much to lose, if i need to call my slatt
i’m a young stunna boy they say i look like my dad

[verse 2: ka$hdami]
i’m paranoid, i’m always watching for that back door
you ain’t finna bust a n*gga, what you got that strap for
pop a n*gga like a zit, this 19 open up your pores
i*i*i’m with tana in chicago on a top floor
private location, overnight sensation
sunny like [?] and we put it in rotation
baddie tryna pull up on me, text hеr the location
n*ggas steady in my phone, thеy begging for the placement

[verse 3: babysantana]
hating on my twitter, they ain’t know that’s motivation
2 girls in my crib and they ain’t know they got relations
woke up in the party, we gon’ shoot it up
shoutout to [?] i’m so booted up
so much true religion, i stay true to ya
sorry baby i didn’t mean to make a fool of ya
[chorus: babysantana]
she said hey to me, i thought she was damon sharpe
mona lisa she a painted work of art
gas so high, i think i could touch the stars
and my pockets fat, yeah my pockets they all large (woah, yeah)

[verse 4: dcg ?]
(uh) hey santana we in a [?]
you riding with us, just know it’s strapped
i gotta make sure you get back
a [?] just know it’s them
look don’t listen to sh*t on all of that
i hit from the back [?] on the cat
i was 16 i running the bag
we coming for n*ggas, we all on they necks
if you wanna talk don’t go through @’s
who out with that next, we got get back
i got a mill so i could sit back
you ain’t a gangster lil boy get back
we sell weed then we bought crack
they bought crack and we got racks
my opps get sick i’m rich off that
go through that b*tch and pounce on her pack
you don’t know the half, i’m in it to win
i stay with cash sh*t that’s my twin
i bought a benz for my new friend
i bought a clip for my new gym
he bouta say that, “this my first mill”
b*tch you never made that
i’m loving the crowd, i might jump in
i’m yelling where my rage at
i love grown b*tches, they be asking what my age at
ten k for a show i might not come if i get played with it
i leave with who i came with
i shoot when i see strange sh*t
they say i’m weird cuz i hate lame sh*t
and i’m never with the same b*tch
[chorus: babysantana]
she said hey to me, i thought she was damon sharpe
mona lisa she a painted work of art
gas so high, i think i could touch the stars
and my pockets fat, yeah my pockets they all large (woah, yeah)

- babysantana kashdami dcg bsavv dcg shun lyrics

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