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saucy santana - boy damn كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(tre trax, i think we got one, haha)
f_ckin’ ass n_gga, tired ass n_gga
back your ass up out my motherf_ckin’ face
(it’s trax season bruh)

[chorus: saucy santana]
boy, d_mn, you talk too much (talkin’ ass)
won’t sweet talk these panties, n_gga, you ain’t clutch (nah)
boy, d_mn, why you lookin’ so hard?
won’t save a tired ass n_gga, b_tch, i ain’t no lifeguard
boy, d_mn, how you slippin’ on your pimpin’?
wake yo’ drunk ass up, need to be tippin’ not sippin’
boy, d_mn, and you goin’ out sad
i can’t be caught up in your mess when you ain’t got no bag

[verse 1: saucy santana]
(shh) what you talkin’ about?
i can’t stand a n_gga do too much with his mouth
i can’t stand a n_gga always lookin’ for clout
i’m a self made b_tch and we don’t do no handouts
let me show you in the right direction
i need the money, i’on care ’bout the complexion (nah)
won’t have me sittin’ in the house cryin’ and stressin’
while your broke ass outside instagrammin’ and flexin’
wah, wah, wah, here go your tired baby mama
i don’t want this n_gga, baby, spare me the drama (yep)
now that’s the end of that, somebody show me the commas
gotta private island me, not no cheap cruise to bahamas

[verse 2: tokyo jetz]
real b_tch, what up? on the d_ck, cut up
you ain’t spendin’, boy, you trickin’, tell that n_gga “shut up”
put that p_ssy on a n_gga, tell me will you run your mouth?
all that talkin’ like you got it, n_gga, show me what you ’bout
judge a n_gga by his b_tch, n_gga, that’s what you like?
you was talkin’ like she raw, oh n_gga, that’s what you hype?
boy please, you can meet me on your knees
use your mouth where it’s needed, too much talkin’ like it’s tweet
like boy d_mn, need a pad for your period
bad ass weed you smokin’ must got you delirious
tell a b_tch raised you so n_gga f_ck yo’ mama
and f_ck yo’ kids mama too, she act like it’s a problem, f_ck n_gga

[verse 3: saucy santana, tokyo jetz]
standin’ with my hand out, boy, hand it here
cash app or cash out, let’s make it clear
keep it cute or you can mute it, green duck ass
p_ssy way too good and b_tch, you can’t afford to come back
h_ll nah, h_ll nah, b_tch you playin’, ain’t no backtrack
stupid lil’ b_tch, don’t use your p_ssy for no get_back
‘tana please let a n_gga play with me
and i’ma go and f_ck his daddy, have his mammy stalkin’ me
tokyo, b_tch, you already know
if he ain’t got a check then he gotta hit the door
his ole’ broke ass, n_gga, get the door ass
i’ma need deposits if he think i’m finna throw ass (ayy)

[outro: saucy santana]
hahahaha
(tre trax, i think we got one, haha) saucy santana in this b_tch
tokyo motherf_ckin’ jetz and we jettin’ on you talkin’ ass n_gga
(it’s trax season bruh) boy, d_mn

- saucy santana

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