Go Live (Explicit)-Fredo Santana

Go Live (Explicit)

歌手:Fredo Santana

时间:2017-09-08

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Aye wop go grab that tech man

Tray savage load that fn up

Lil boss load that s**t up man

Y'all know we smoke out the 448

Pouring out the pints

Aye ball bring that money counter out boy

You know what the f**k time it is man

Splashing on these b***hes yea that's that sea salt

All the horses in this foreign I'm like yeehaw

You know we got that defense let's play b ball

I think I'm going ray charles I can't see y'all

Throw theses on how b***h these the new cappers

This our s**t n***a ain't no new trappers

Going forward in this foreign like I can't move backwards

You on the f**k s**t and take that button it a tap ya

I'm with a white b***h she a coke head

My mentality is get more bread

I'm in a fast car like it's a snow sled

Stick sticking out like it's a forehead

No instagram it can go live

I don't f**k with n***as that play both sides

I keep smelt the d**e when we drove past

Stopped to get some backwoods and some more gas

B***h I'm fresher than a f**king hebrew

If you owe me I see you

Walk in valentino get a tee or two

Yellow black whip that's that pickachu

Ran off on the plug in 09'

Just f**ked a model wife with a bow tie

I'm with blood now might as well call 'em slime

All I see is money I think I'm going blind

Hater blockers on my face I call them the specs

Hit neimans we just ran through a check

Grab some fnins we just ran through the techs

I just f**ked her from the back on a f**king jet

Ball bring that money counter out boy

Y'all know what time it is

All we wanna see is red and blue n***a

Or I should say red and green n***a

Blood and money n***a

Uhuh

Rob a f**k n***a take his whole s**t

Ran off with your pack you a whole b***h

B***hes in the trap I make them h*es strip

Them h*es don't wanna f**k I make them h*es dip

I been getting money since like 06'

Phone booming I just moved a whole brick

Got 100shot I shoot at your whole clique

Got 100shot I shoot up your whole whip

Phone ringing d**n all this money coming in

Remember being on the block selling 3for 10

Try to rob s**t I put one up in yo wig

I don't carry 38

All I told is cigs

Let this beef get serious I smoke your kids

These n***as ain't did what I did

Remember running from the cops had to hop the fence

And you can't hang around if you ain't popping s**t

Boy I'm on that savage s**t

Stop that rapping s**t

I'll hit your block up then chops automatic spit

N***a we gon blast off

F**k it mask on

N***a said the wit it

Boy stop it they look mad soft

In the trap get bags off

We got mad soft

B***h you ain't off molly n***a

That's some bath salt

Try to rob huh back off

Get you mad offed

B***h I get that guap like a cash crow

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