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fredo santana - if i go broke كلمات الأغنية

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[hook: fredo santana]
all these n-ggas b-tches, just take a look and see it
take a look at my wrist, that b-tch is on freeze
it’s money over b-tches, a b-tch i don’t need
cause i be trapping hard, hitting l!cks, smoking weed
don’t get my n-gga started, they say we so r-t-rded
see these bricks i be coping, hit the block then i chop it
can’t leave my n-ggas starving, stuff the pounds in the garbage
they throw it in my closet, i go broke then i’m robbin’

[verse 1: fredo santana]
if i go broke, just know a n-gga robbin’
50k up in my robin’s bent i don’t need no wallet
robbin’ me stop it, i pull out and pop it
ben leave a n-gga slum and walk off like it’s nothing
b-tch i’m a f-cking monster, b-tch i move like a monster
just call me fredo got it, got a chopper and a party
better leave a n-gga sloppy so act tough if you want it
just to put you in the coma, it’s all my next persona
i been going hard all god d-mn week
i be rollin’ off of molly i ain’t had no sleep
and my money where my mouth isn’t what you talk you see
put this 30 where your mouth is, my pistol touch your t–th

[hook: fredo santana]
all these n-ggas b-tches, just take a look and see it
take a look at my wrist, that b-tch is on freeze
it’s money over b-tches, a b-tch i don’t need
cause i be trapping hard, hitting l!cks, smoking weed
don’t get my n-gga started, they say we so r-t-rded
see these bricks i be coping, hit the block then i chop it
can’t leave my n-ggas starving, stuff the pounds in the garbage
they throw it in my closet, i go broke then i’m robbin’

[verse 2: trouble]
trouble going broke, a rich p-ssy’s nightmare
trill n-gga sh-t, i’m checking on no night air
words to school none of the rounds i’ma violate
and motherf-ck one time i’m a cope hate it
ubn, we hussle all over the globe
the drop season, my reason us smoke pole
they say dte beat ’em up for a reason
need no sh-t, send hits but you know sh-t
trouble, trouble they know how i get down
from these p-ssy -ss rappers to these street clowns
oh you got fitapese in that bag right there
it is red dough

[hook: fredo santana]
all these n-ggas b-tches, just take a look and see it
take a look at my wrist, that b-tch is on freeze
it’s money over b-tches, a b-tch i don’t need
cause i be trapping hard, hitting l!cks, smoking weed
don’t get my n-gga started, they say we so r-t-rded
see these bricks i be coping, hit the block then i chop it
can’t leave my n-ggas starving, stuff the pounds in the garbage
they throw it in my closet, i go broke then i’m robbin’

[verse 3: alley boy]
they trust me in blood money, f-ck b-tches we ball out
pop pills with tadoe, my young n-ggas gon’ clear that
don’t take out we be shy, 50 hundred your life
these n-ggas jacking for phone, pausing they murking for ice
man all these industry n-ggas, they for the inner street n-ggas
just gbe, dte shout outs to them being n-ggas
and my vice lords n-ggas, and my gd n-ggas
and my moles and fouls, shouts out to dimtoe n-gga
always to my zone to the stone chy rack like my second home
all them young n-ggas strapped with them 30’s popper
quick shot to your dome
and i’m bout the don of 100, and with trouble 200
my n-gga fredo santana when you mix all that it’s 300

[hook: fredo santana]
all these n-ggas b-tches, just take a look and see it
take a look at my wrist, that b-tch is on freeze
it’s money over b-tches, a b-tch i don’t need
cause i be trapping hard, hitting l!cks, smoking weed
don’t get my n-gga started, they say we so r-t-rded
see these bricks i be coping, hit the block then i chop it
can’t leave my n-ggas starving, stuff the pounds in the garbage
they throw it in my closet, i go broke then i’m robbin’

- fredo santana

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