Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Santa Barbara , by - Bobby Raps. Release date: 06.07.2017
Song language: English
Santa Barbara |
| Bands all in my pants and yeah I’m True’d up |
| Nothing you can say will fuck my mood up |
| Nothing you can say will fuck my mood up |
| Bands all in my pants and yeah I’m True’d up |
| Nothing you can say will fuck my mood up |
| Nothing you can say could fuck my mood up |
| I got plugs in Santa Barbara |
| Pulled up on us and they brought 'em (they did) |
| I got like two in the car now |
| I’ma go see what they talkin' 'bout (I will) |
| I’ma go see what they talkin' 'bout (I'm 'bout to) |
| Yeah, streets turned me into a target (they did) |
| Got my chain down in Slauson (I did) |
| Bustin' dance moves, no Charleston (I am) |
| I don’t know what else to tell you (I don’t) |
| Blame it on how I got brought up (I do) |
| Boy, I’m a midnight marauder, I didn’t have no more options (I didn’t) |
| Now I go do what I wanna, already know what I gotta (I do) |
| I fucked that bitch I didn’t call her |
| Why? |
| 'cause that pussy was garbage (it was) |
| Addict addicted to water, boy I’ma need me a sponsor |
| Uh, yeah, I’m just doin' what they taught me |
| Left the streets alone, I hear 'em calling |
| I’ma pass the paper to acknowledge (it was) |
| My new baby gorgeous, I would just never exploit her (never) |
| I just ran into a lawyer, I bumped her cause she loitered (I did) |
| I served a seven in high school, I weighed it out on the toilet (it's true) |
| I ain’t gon' tell you them stories, I know how it end, I won’t spoil it (I |
| won’t) |
| Y’all just be flossin' and flaugin', the language confuse you because you not |
| cultured, no (damn) |
| I be in dope boy whips, 300's and them Chargers (skrt) |
| I’m stoned like a boulder, you a lil baby, act grown up (wah wah) |
| I don’t need to fuck with no one, fold them bundles on my lonesome (I did) |
| Bands all in my pants and yeah I’m True’d up |
| Everything changed when we crewed up (it did) |
| There ain’t even nothin' you could say (nothin' on this fuckin' earth) |
| That would ever fuck my mood- hold up |
| Did my dirt off Hiawatha |
| I just made a move at the Dropbox |
| I rolled through the turf with my partner |
| And I was in the van, it got shot up |
| Fell in too deep, I got caught up |
| I slipped up, I miscalculated |
| Nothing that I did was exaggerated |
| Nothing I can do but keep on navigating |
| I got plugs in Santa Barbara (I do) |
| Pulled up on us and they dropped 'em (they did) |
| I done got two in the car now (I do) |
| I’ma go see what they talkin' 'bout (see what they talkin' 'bout) |
| I’ma go see what they talkin' 'bout |
| I’ma go see what they talkin' 'bout, woah |
| I give a fuck how it seems |
| I got ones all in my jeans |
| I bust like I’m Zach LaVine |
| White girl like Avril Lavigne |
| This is real life, fuck a screen |
| Ho, why you switching them scenes |
| You remind me of them fiends |
| Tryna sell stolen TV’s, yeah |
| I got plugs in Santa Barbara (I do) |
| Pulled up on us and they brought 'em (they brought it) |
| Think I got two in the car now |
| I’m finna see what they talkin' 'bout (they 'talkin' 'bout) |
| I’m finna see what they talkin' 'bout (they 'talkin' 'bout) |
| I’m finna see what they talkin' 'bout |