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babysantana – incredibles كلمات اغاني

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(boibin, haha!)

[verse: babysantana]
i call up on tec incase that lil’ boy wanna talk down
if you see me and gang then you know you better run now
and i ain’t sparin’ nothin’ lil’ boy you gon’ get gunned down
experimenting with the glock cause we shoot it for fun now
choppa bullets goin’ left right
if he talk down it’s on sight
and we gon’ run you over little boy it ain’t no headlights
and we got glocks we don’t fight
my shooter knock yo head right
and just like it’s the purge my whole gang we k!llin’ all night

[verse: evvls]
runnin’ to the bag
n_ggas stealin’ swag
me and tana off the map
say you hard boy that’s cap
like it’s minecraft we stack
and my pockets on fat
cause i fill em’ up with racks
tana callin’ i put 10k on yo f_ckin’ wrist
p_ssy boy you broke i put 10k on my f_ckin’ fit
p_ssy talkin down we gon’ put em on a f_ckin’ list
gang gang, you wеnt from a gangster to a f_ckin’ b_tch
[verse: yung fazo]
we gon’ run up with that gun up
my whole gang yеah we incredible we on the come up
if you talkin’ down then we got choppas we gone get you done up
me & tana we get high high, til’ the sun up
yea, she ain’t show me love back then (oo_hoo)
like how many hoes, got like ten (woo_hoo)
yea they hated but now, they just all my fans yeah
and i stack it up, they watch me count my bands yeah

[verse: slayer77]
uh, i’m finna walk with fire
i do not care because i’m finna keep it close
checkin him because he think he the man in this b_tch but he finna get hit in the nose
i’m finna get that bag for us
you stupid lil’ b_tch i don’t give a f_ck
and you already know that i’m not a child
and n_ggas know that i came with this sh_t tucked
look at me i don’t got limiters
oh my god walkin with vinegar
need an inhibiter
oh my god shawty angelic she told me that she want my celibacy
i’m finna chill with her
oh my god, i just be packin & smackin and all of my n_ggas attackin’ him
oh my god shawty affectionate
uh uh uh n_gga i’m puttin’ my back in it (yeah)
[verse: farrellb]
y_y_yeah we k!llin’ all night
this choppa it got fangs, rawr
gone bite you, that’s on sight
i just got that bag poured up 2_liters of that sprite
(p_p_plug)
i just hit her once, p_ssy make me go night, night
n_ggas lift ’bout 40 to get hit with this 40
shoutout to lil’ tana you know that is my woadie
choppa live that sweet life, zack and cody
that choppa got a beam and we gone aim at ya brodie

[verse: surge]
we don’t stop at red lights
play with gang you dead, right?
f_ck ’bout what you said, right?
my b_tch give me head right
i just popped a med bite
these lil’ boys be fed right
shooter got some dreads right
kel_tec, no i won’t fight
my choppa singin’ figuero
i just wanna f_ck swear i don’t need ya tho’
too much diamonds on my mind no i can’t feed a hoe
call tana with the choppa know he keep a pole
[verse: slump6s]
hit a n_gga, it’s gone make his head split
strong shooter, lift his lil’ body like a deadlift
but i pull up on em’ that n_gga swear he ain’t said sh_t
that lil’ hoe up on me she tellin’ me i’m the best sh_t
n_gga think he tough, then we givin’ him the after_thought
choppa like a eel, it’s gone make him have a after_shock
prayin’ that i miss, so i’m callin’ it a pastor glock
shooters finna’ put em’ in the sky like a astronaut

[verse: yvngxchris]
k!llin’ all these n_ggas i’ma slide off in the bentley
i say shorty h_lla s_xy but you know i’m being friendly
b_tch i’m ridin’ with the glocky p_ssy n_gga do not test me
she say “young chris can you slide i need yo ass to break and bend me”
b_tch i’m slidin’ in the vette
you pullin’ up in honda civics
n_ggas love to say they ballin, b_tch you not even prolific
n_gga you not my gang why the f_ck you think that we can kick it
got a b_tch her name dior, but i’m not steppin’ in no christians

[verse: xhulooo]
get that bag, and run it up you know i did that
if you talkin’ down then we gone pop you like a tic_tac
sick_hit like baseball you know i’m a hit that
break em’ like a kit_kat
draco blow his wig back
i got drakes but i ain’t talkin’ bout josh boy
catch a opp boy, you know we gone shoot just like we blocboy
body shoppin’ we finna hunt you bet not get knocked boy
whole gang goin’ crazy and we can’t stop boy

[verse: raeusi]
d_d_dash to that bag, money stretch like elastic
put my choppa undertaker put you in yo casket
covid, i’m outta school but i still made a classic
can’t see a d_mn thing, shoutout xhu
(where’s my glasses?)
i get on the mic make a hit
i am ’bout to f_ck on yo b_tch
you n_ggas are trash i admit
my sk!ll you will never touch it
they like “rae, why you had to put that last part in?”
you p_ssy n_ggas might be babies f_ck around and jack ya sh_t (yeah)

[outro: marrgielaa]
aye bruh, good sh_t my n_gga santana bruh
shoutout everyone who hopped on this sh_t bruh
this sh_t hard as f_ck, if y’all listenin’ right now make sure yall f_ck with all the n_ggas on this sh_t
and if you ain’t f_ckin’ with my n_gga santana you a b_tch!
(gun_shot)

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