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story - saucy santana lyrics

[chorus:]
uh, let me tell you ’bout a broke ass n*gga(broke)
loudmouth but the pockets be a whisper
all in the section baby momma stressing
but you the one that’s drinking all the liquor(nah)
let me tell you ’bout a hating ass hoe
you my biggest fan everybody know(aah)
stalking my page, you minimum wage
and know all the words at my show
you’ll never find a b*tch that’s litter(nah)
chase a bag, i ain’t chasing no n*gga(who?)
big momma, i am not the babysitter
b*tch you tweaking, better take that sh*t to twitter(twitter)
get off your ass and get rich
can’t be me, you dreaming you wish
full course, little b*tch you a side dish(side dish)
he the boss, little n*gga you a sidekick

[verse 1:]
let me tell you ’bout a n*gga name willie
cracking cards, i think the n*gga worth a milli
two kids got two baby mommas(unt unt)
ah, ah, you can spare me with the drama
i think i’m finna call tyrone
he like henny, he don’t drink no patron(yea)
but he like to use b*tches acting like a mrs
right plan, wrong b*tch, i’m gone
let me tell you ’bout a n*gga named justin(justin)
yeah, i got two of ’em
one always cussing and always fussing, i never pursued him
now the other justin
i used to trick with his brother(roddy)
they tried to run game, they both was some lames
i never did love ’em
[chorus]
uh, let me tell you ’bout a broke ass n*gga(broke)
loudmouth but the pockets be a whisper
all in the section baby momma stressing
but you the one that’s drinking all the liquor(nah)
let me tell you ’bout a hating ass hoe(hater)
you my biggest fan everybody know(ah)
stalking my page, you minimum wage
and know all the words at my show
you’ll never find a b*tch that’s litter(nah)
chase a bag, i ain’t chasing no n*gga(who?)
big momma, i am not the babysitter
b*tch you tweaking, better take that sh*t to twitter
get off your ass and get rich
can’t be me, you dreaming you wish
full course, little b*tch you a side dish(side dish)
he the boss, little n*gga you a sidekick

[verse 2:]
let me tell you ’bout donte (uh*huh), he was a trick(easy)
but he cried when he spent, get off my line, acting like a b*tch
i had a trill ass n*gga, the choppa had titties(rrah)
he want no lames, ain’t ’bout no games, that’s word to city(fre my motheruckin’ niga)
had khi and malik, the only fan freaks(oww)
khi was special but malik you have a seat(bye)
i bought a new car, riding round with jamar(woo)
always on ten, should’ve left that drunk ass n*gga at the bar
[chorus:]
uh, let me tell you ’bout a broke ass n*gga(broke)
loudmouth but the pockets be a whisper
all in the section baby momma stressing
but you the one that’s drinking all the liquor(nah)
let me tell you ’bout a hating ass hoe(hater)
you my biggest fan everybody know(ahh)
stalking my page, you minimum wage
and know all the words at my show
you’ll never find a b*tch that’s litter(nah)
chase a bag, i ain’t chasing no n*gga
big momma, i am not the babysitter
b*tch you tweaking, better take that sh*t to twitter(twitter)
get off your ass and get rich
can’t be me, you dreaming you wish
full course, little b*tch you a side dish(side*kick)
he the boss, little n*gga you a sidekick(boss b*tch)

[verse 3:]
sh*t, f*ck
d*mn, i think i’m running out of n*ggas
rich b*tch, i ain’t running out of figures
got a n*gga named mac, brrat, gang gang
he in the field with his hitters
let me tell you ’bout courtney
yeah, that n*gga gon’ spoil me
like jodi, he gon’ beat ya
then flip you over and eat ya
got corey from the ville
gold t**th, big d*ck, the trill
tricking downlow n*ggas on the low
he a paymaster, everybody know
uh, then dre with the dreas
always wanna f*ck, leave the n*gga on read
this too much tea, can’t even creep
ooh, b*tch my phone going dead

- saucy santana lyrics

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