Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Santa Monica Blvd, artist - IDK. Date of issue: 09.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Santa Monica Blvd |
| Ayy |
| Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh |
| Woah, woah, woah |
| Now I’m switching up my energy (Ayy), my enemies (Ayy) |
| Feel like I got hundreds of 'em (Right), no, no, no love from me (Woo) |
| Y’all niggas ain’t in the streets (Ayy), y’all niggas is industry |
| Y’all niggas fake ministry (Ayy), y’all niggas just sin and preach (Right) |
| No deal, I like the breach, I call up my lawyer like, «Nevermind» |
| They playin' with all of these niggas' and bitches' money but n-n-n-nevermind |
| Bitch, I could probably never rhyme and still be a million up (Up) |
| I only spend money on her if I know she the truth, just to keep it a buck |
| (Right) |
| You play with me once and you dumped |
| The shit that I say when I’m done |
| You know I’m ignorant, I’m at my house party actin' |
| Tellin' my guests that I don’t use the |
| Then turn around and I do it again |
| Act like a saint, who am I to pretend? |
| Askin' the Lord to forgive all my sins |
| But my fingers crossed behind my back with a grin |
| I sin and I sin, bitch, I feel like the bucks |
| I win, I win, again and again |
| Again and again, now they tellin' they friends |
| I don’t know who my friends, they like to pretend |
| (Please leave your name and phone number after the beep) |
| 'Cause they couldn’t see me going very far |
| Now I be overseas with the mob |
| Bitch, I get paid when I pass a bar |
| But I got no love for the law |
| I can’t remember when I had a job (Ayy, ayy) |
| Back when they wouldn’t build, now they Bob (Ayy, ayy) |
| I still got paper tags on my cars (Ayy, ayy) |
| Now I got golfers fuckin' up my lawn, hahaha (Ayy, ayy) |
| (Ayy) That shit is annoying |
| (Ayy) I’m picking my poison |
| (Ayy) You cry to the barrel |
| (Ayy) While my lobster is boiling |
| (Ayy) I’m tryna avoid 'em |
| (Ayy) But they keep on comin' for me (Where they at?) |
| (Ayy) DMX what they wantin' from me (In the back) |
| (Ayy) BMX, I ain’t stuntin' for free (Never that) |
| (Ayy) On my mama, my mama deceased (Make 'em) |
| (Ayy) So you know that it’s truth when I speak (That's a fact) |
| (Ayy) Matador, I ain’t runnin' from beef |
| Mike Tyson, that’s why my hunger so deep |
| I replied, ain’t no love in the streets |
| Also, there wasn’t no love in my home |
| So only get love when it’s comin' from me, preach |
| I sin and I sin, bitch, I feel like the bucks |
| I win, I win, again and again |
| Again and again, now they tellin' they friends |
| I don’t know who my friends, they like to pretend |
| Santa Monica boulevard, I can’t amen |