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no hook - santana ali lyrics

i dont give a f-ck bout no hook
my n-ggas is crooks
you will not get back what we took
my wrist in the bowl like a cook
we pull up you shook
i really be out in these streets
my father taught me game but now he a fiend
funny how the seed can out grow the tree
handle my business dont need referrees
n-ggas be p-ssy i pullup like debo wit all of my chains they came foul f-ck that free throw
fill em wit led i aint talking bout kinkos
balling on n-ggas you could call it chemo
4 in my f-go
they do what i say so
im in neiman marcus wit lego we spending the bag from the payroll they told me to lay low
k!ll every witness than case closed raf simmons my play clothes cant wait to moncler out my rain coat gotta get money i gotta survive n-ggas be p-ssy cant look in my eyes see thru the snakes they conive to get by po up a 5 to a 9 for my slimes

alot of my n-ggas is k!llers i know some youngins wit no feelings wit felonies pending they clips been extended no food in they fridge disregarding permission
22 on em he think that he drexel
lil one told him you know god cant protect you
rubys emralds saphires in the bezel
40 glock beam or that 38 special
stay wit that joker i think im heath leger
n-ggas get mad when i apply the pressure
told the pastor i do not need a lecture
pray to the lord that he help me do better but f-ck all of that trynna count up the cheddar
my spanish b-tch think she carmen electra
im copping beamer benzes and the teslas
im steady shooting like a d-mn director
shotty it did not come no compressor
body get dis-ssembled on the stretcher
do not come around my way wit the extras
told you lil n-gga that niklo was next up
niklo gone get to the check he gone run to the check
straight away path wont let none intersect
thumbing thru checks till my hand get a cramp
been official dont need no one to stamp

dont need a vouch
these n-ggas be on they momma couch still in the house
i was in and out knowing what counts
i was in and out making my route
n-ggas run they mouth just for some clout
need 100 p’s f-ck that lil ounce
need 100 g’s till i cant count

screaming free the 4 till he get out

and thats real

- santana ali lyrics

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