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antisocial - babysantana lyrics

[intro: babysantana]
(ayy, cgm, f*ck going on?)
(the f*ck going on, maajins?)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah*yeah*yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah*yeah*yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah*yeah*yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, woah

[verse 1: babysantana]
she said that she from new york so i’ma switch it up for a second and put on some drill
if he talking down on my brother, he gon’ meet the woo, we gon’ pop that boy just like a pill
now i feel like [?], i just poured me a deuce, now i’m off of the lean, i just cracked me a seal
i call up on [?], he pull up to your block and my goons come and guarantee you get k!lled

[chorus: babysantana]
i*i*i*i*i’m with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in neiman, then go cop a crib in miami
i’m only fourteen but i’ma blow up and as soon as i do, i’ma get me a grammy
she told me that i am the goat so i told her, “i know baby girl, like do you understand me?”
she follow my ig, i followed her back and she came to my crib and she took off her panties
she asked me like, “tana, are you antisocial?” and i told her, “no, girl i’m socially anti”
i put up my hands and i put up my bl!ck and pulled out my katana, i feel like [?]
m*me and giuseppe, we hit benihana’s and spend us a bag, she like, “boy, you so fancy”
i put on the drip then the fans do the same, now they hop on my wave like a bunch of chimpanzees
[verse 2: slump6s]
they wanna get me, yeah i know
i stay with a stick like i’m g.i. joe
i told her that i wanna hit it again (ayy, cgm, f*ck going on?)
she said, “lil’ 6 you too d*mn bold” (the f*ck going on, maajins?)
i did it once and made that girl forget it
i got the fire’ to make a n*gga quit it
chop’ to his face’ll have a n*gga sh*tting
[?], i’m knocking off his fitted
[?] ain’t with it, i got extensions
stay with a chop’, did i forget to mention?
xd gon’ put him in different directions
x*x*xd gon’ put him in different dimensions
you is the student and i am the teacher
so i’m finna put his lil’ ass in detention
told her i’ma get her a bag and she texting me, “period”
f*ck do it look like, a sentence?
i pop a perc’ and i still ain’t die yet
my pockets fat, boy they need a diet
getting some money, n*gga you should try it
got a suppressor, leaving him in silence
in the room, boy, i’ve been feeling like the highest
th*th*that [?], i think he need some guidance
step in the room and i’m looking behind it
no fetty wap but i’ma go rewind it
[chorus: babysantana]
i*i*i*i*i’m with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in neiman, then go cop a crib in miami
i’m only fourteen but i’ma blow up and as soon as i do, i’ma get me a grammy
she told me that i am the goat so i told her, “i know baby girl, like do you understand me?”
she follow my ig, i followed her back and she came to my crib and she took off her panties
she asked me like, “tana, are you antisocial?” and i told her, “no, girl i’m socially anti”
i put up my hands and i put up my bl!ck and pulled out my katana, i feel like [?]
m*me and giuseppe, we hit benihana’s and spend us a bag, she like, “boy, you so fancy”
i put on the drip then the fans do the same, now they hop on my wave like a bunch of chimpanzees

[outro]
kids, n*gga, go to the f*cking wendy’s, dude
‘fore i turn this whole ride upside down, n*gga
you talking to the big blood, n*gga
have my savages run right in this sh*t right now, n*gga
turn in the f*cking wendy’s

- babysantana lyrics

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