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persona - fredo santana lyrics

[hook]
real street n-gga, ain’t no flaw in my persona
real street n-gga, man they treat me like obama
real street n-gga, got this 30 it ain’t gon’ rumble
real street n-gga, i’m good up in that jungle
i’m a real street n-gga, real street n-gga
i’m a real street n-gga, real street n-gga
i’m a real street n-gga, real street n-gga
rob you with no mask just to show you that’s it me n-gga

[verse 1]
first i find my target, then i get to shootin’
you could call me fredo curry when i got that ruger
you only take pics with your strap, you ain’t gon’ use it
you only take pics with your strap, yous not a shooter
flexin’ hard, got your baby mama down with my movement
she suckin’ d-ck with her bestfriend and they cool in my jacuzzi
she say i’m a trap n-gga, she say you a loser
can’t name one time i took a b-tch to the movies
you the type of goofy that’ll fall in love with a groupie
i’m a type of trap n-gga, in the hallway with a uzi
broad day shoot outs you would of thought it was a movie
scarface paint the fool, i got the juice, i ain’t gotta prove it

[verse 2]
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, co defendants turn to witness
real trap king n-gga, this is not a gimmick
pistol smack my plug til he show me where his shipments
shoot him in the head, got his whole family attention
i’mma say this once, everybody pay attention
n-gga f-ck with me, now his whole family missin’
real trap n-gga, real street n-gga
real f-ckin’ k!lla, real drug dealer
i was only 12 when i first start sellin’ dope
you was on the porch with your mama jumpin’ rope
trap just did a triple double, weed, molly and c0ke
police run up in my trap, i’m shootin’ through the door

- fredo santana lyrics

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