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snatch his chain - fredo santana lyrics

[intro: fredo santana & chief keef]
yeah n-gg-, yeah, yeah (squad)
squad sh-t baby you know how we rockin’ main, from the streets baby, gang sh-t baby (sosa baby, fredo baby, gino)

[chorus: fredo santana & gino marley]
every time i step outside i got some new money
see a lame, sn-tch his chain, i bet he won’t do nothing
been with the sh-t since a jit, ain’t gotta prove nothing
be with real shooters, i swear we’ll shoot something
and every time you see lil marley just know l got some blue hundreds
shooter got a jeweler, my lil n-gg- wanna spit somethin’
old hoes stuck in new ways see this new money
old hoes stuck in new ways see these blue hundreds

[verse 1: fredo santana & gino marley]
feeling like an actor ’cause my life is a movie
but no i’m not acting, ’cause i keep mac’s and uzi’s
designer what i wear, i mix that raf with that tsubi
these n-gg-s wanna hate but i tell these n-gg-s shoot me
a veteran in the field, i promise i am not a rookie
on the west coast smokin’ the best dope, got me feeling like tookie
and if i’m feeling sad i just f-ck up on a groupie
most savage in the game, i swear they scared to book me
and if i had a problem ‘fore i get it, shooters took it
and if i serve you out in public please tell me who looking
probably take a trip to cali just to smoke the cookie
b-tch you lookin’ at a coach, i been ballin’ since a rookie
and if a n-gg- rob you for my pack, b-tch show me who took it
you don’t want the pistol in your show then why you book me?
and i never took nothing from a n-gg- who wasn’t looking so
you ain’t gotta go and tell the n-gg- that i took it

[verse 2: chief keef]
in a new maybach, in the front with a two two
three motherf-cker no, this is not a deuce deuce
gang with me, riding past all the goose goose
i’ll make it rain on you before i salute you
smokin’ h-lla f-ckin’ o’s, and i got the racks too
and i got my shooter with me posted like a statue
don’t even f-ckin’ sneeze, he won’t hesitate to blast you
all this p-ssy jewelry on me, point me to the restroom
my lil n-gg-s hot sauce
hit you with the four five, don’t care if you’re five four
you better be in by the streetlights
i’m aiming for the richest ’cause i know what the streets like

- fredo santana lyrics

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