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you can't kill me - saucy santana lyrics

[intro]
i’m a bad b-tch, you can’t k!ll me

guess who’s back? (tretrax i think we got one, ha)

get me a band-aid and let’s go home (let’s go home)

it’s saucy santana

celebrity, i’m- (celebrity, i-)

it’s trax season, bruh

(chorus)
line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
i’m a bad b-tch, man y’all can’t k!ll me (nine lives)
real b-tch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
i’m a bad b-tch, man y’all can’t k!ll me (nine lives)

line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
i’m a bad b-tch, man y’all can’t k!ll me (nine lives)
real b-tch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
i’m a bad b-tch, man y’all can’t k!ll me

[verse 1:]
let me tell y’all the story (uh-huh)
riding through miami, it was glory
the stripper hoes, they adore me
i’m doing sh-t the girls couldn’t do before me (nope)
it always be
that one lame n-gga (sorry -ss)
who couldn’t take so he had to pull the trigger (pull the trigger)
the labels calling, the deals getting bigger
i went back to my hood and had a cookout with my n-ggas
rolls royce riding (riding)
i had a bunch of bad b-tches, we was vibing (ahhh)
my mama told me keep grinding
my man called, said bae keep shining (thank you, daddy)
in the mansion with tommie we was wilding
mannie fresh, sh-t b-tch i’m big-timing
naw hoe, this ain’t no love & hiphop
i ain’t on the show sis, ya storyline still flopped

line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
i’m a bad b-tch, man y’all can’t k!ll me (nine lives)
real b-tch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
i’m a bad b-tch, man y’all can’t k!ll me

[verse 2:]
no weapon formed shall prosper (thank you, lord)
i was drunk as h-ll laid up at the doctor (whew)
i’m ghost, where proctor?
facetime with ma dukes, sounding like a opera
the police?
they ain’t give a f-ck
i’m blessed baby boy, man that sh-t wasn’t luck
i got hit
i don’t give a f-ck
i’m still touring the world while i’m chucking my deuces up
tre p-ss the patron
turnt up and i’m ready to show ’em
let’s go, it’s on
i’m screaming “periodt, b-tch!” like city girl clone (jt)
move over, i need my seat on the throne
i ain’t got no level yet, making moves on my own
these p-ssy n-ggas can’t handle it (nope)
i stay crunk, ain’t no need for a mechanic, b-tch (yeah)

line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
i’m a bad b-tch, man y’all can’t k!ll me (nine lives)
real b-tch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
i’m a bad b-tch, man y’all can’t k!ll me

[verse 3:]
y’all hoes be talking crazy online (let’s fight)
staying with your mama, you can’t speak on mine (gross)
you just a broke -ss opinion
poor b-tch, you don’t even got a dime (b-tch, i’m rich)
while you stalking, i’mma shine
baby girl i’m in the light, you the lime (sour -ss hoes)
i get respect from real n-ggas (yup)
i get respect from real hitters (real trap sh-t)
i get respect from all the trappers
i sell dope, then became a rapper (9-1-1)
perry florida, what’s happening?
showing love to same b-tches i was trapping with (850)
i don’t need no army, mr. smart -ss
give me a pen, i’m finna sign for a lot of cash
the other b-tch, she a old dirty hoe
hit up verizon so your phone don’t go off during your show

line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
i’m a bad b-tch, man y’all can’t k!ll me (nine lives)
real b-tch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
i’m a bad b-tch, man y’all can’t k!ll me

[outro]
hahahaha (tretrax, i think we got one, ha)
i see y’all internet b-tches
you can’t motherf-cking k!ll me
b-tch i’m just getting motherf-cking started
it’s a long time ‘fore i’m finna get out the motherf-cking spot
move the f-ck over (it’s trax season, bruh)
i need my seat on the throne
tre, let a b-tch know

- saucy santana lyrics

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