santana - f3nsty lyrics
[verse 1, f3nsty]
yeah, type beat babysantana
мы sip`аем с kankan`ом
со мной братик xx.tapeone
[pre*chorus, yeat]
perfect, rockin’ a turban (oh yeah, oh yeah)
sippin’ on mud but this b*tch like bourbon (dirty, dirty)
i took the coupe out the lot, b*tch, i’m thinkin’ ’bout swervin’, yeah
i’m ’bout to sign for a lot ’cause this sh*t ain’t urgent (okay)
i got a whole lot of money comin’ in (all day)
they told me it’s a couple thots waiting outside, told ’em, “bring ’em in” (okay)
she said that she wanna come pull up and suck on my c*ck, told her, “drink my kids”
i knew all this sh*t from the start, so i already told you what it all is
oh my, oh my gosh, oh my goodness, ah
[chorus, yeat]
i already did what i can (i’m on, i’m on)
it’s her move, it’s her move (i’m on, i’m on)
it’s her move, it’s her move (i’m on, i’m on)
it’s hеr move, it’s her move (i’m on, i’m on)
i’m ’bout to do it again (i’m on, i’m on, i’m on, i’m on)
it’s hеr move, it’s her move (i’m on, i’m on)
it’s her move, it’s her move (i’m on, i’m on)
[verse 2, yeat]
got off the phone with my twizzy, we ran it up, yeah, we was just doubled up
i call my b*tch and she pull up and l!ck it up, yeah, she’s a sl—
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