ja - santanna lyrics
hit the gas can’t pull up by a church we in a demon
hop out palm angels i ain’t made a hit but i got remix
stop tripping about them b*tches two jackson’s she let you beat it
we balling got the opps hot but this ar can heat sense
don’t call me about no ho i put the bro on her
i just spent racks on these stones i’m a cold stunner
they thought i held the door for ja boy them pros coming
ain’t got sh*t to say to twelve
boy i don’t know nothing
heard that n*gga got hit up with that glock yeah
love bodies dropping sick that i ain’t get to watch yeah
sucka n*gga looking for love that is not there
ain’t hit that ho i let her eat it then i bought her hair
always knew i’d have racks them n*ggas was playing games
got n*ggas gone i’m sick that they ain’t see my better days
was tryna pass but n*ggas changed like they flipped the play
i turned the trap to chick*fil*a
three of wocht can’t stay awake
i poured it in a lemonade
they treat me like a rookie i’m tryna pull up in that vet
when i was down they turned they back i had to deal with that neglect
splizzy had got me too high so i stopped f*cking with that tech
dog her barely caller
when i do it’s for the neck
hit the gas can’t pull up by a church we in a demon
hop out palm angels i ain’t made a hit but i got remix
stop tripping about them b*tches two jackson’s she let you beat it
we balling got the opps hot but this ar can heat sense
don’t call me about no ho i put the bro on her
i just spent racks on these stones i’m a cold stunner
they thought i held the door for ja boy them pros coming
ain’t got sh*t to say to twelve
boy i don’t know nothing
still trap like we ain’t already rich
hit the stu to speak my mind i need a perky script
them n*ggas told ain’t even call you by your government
ain’t need no badge what department them n*ggas working in
unemployment but my young n*gga he can work the sig
know some ho’s that shot me down bet they won’t curve again
rip tre way know he a never hurt again
know that he was tryna up that glock and stand on biz
i’m tryna figure out this sh*t but ain’t no code to it
i know the feds wanna see me locked i’m tryna blow through it
n*gga tried to play me p*ssy i was onto it
n*ggas watching me tryna see just what the goat doing
hit the gas can’t pull up by a church we in a demon
hop out palm angels i ain’t made a hit but i got remix
stop tripping about them b*tches two jackson’s she let you beat it
we balling got the opps hot but this ar can heat sense
don’t call me about no ho i put the bro on her
i just spent racks on these stones i’m a cold stunner
they thought i held the door for ja boy them pros coming
ain’t got sh*t to say to twelve
boy i don’t know nothing
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