Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Santana, artist - NAV. Album song Good Intentions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XO
Song language: English
Free Santana |
| Throw shots at me on the 'Gram but real Gs never stir the pot |
| My opps stay on they live, only person watchin' is the cops (Stupid) |
| I don’t pay attention to petty shit |
| Better tell 'em get off the porch, I’ll get your granny hit (Pew, pew, pew, pew, |
| pew) |
| Poppers and chops for nothin', don’t be next on the list (Yeah) |
| My shooter come back, he might be next if he say he miss |
| When we say we ride 'round with them sticks, we ain’t talkin' wood (Yeah) |
| Why do I take these Percs? |
| 'Cause they make me feel good (Good) |
| Can’t ignore these threats, even though I know I should (Should) |
| No 2Pac, get two shots tryna play me like Suge |
| Why would I buy a Ghost if there’s a Phantom? |
| (Yeah) |
| You ain’t talkin' 'bout money, I don’t understand you (Nah) |
| Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (Yeah) |
| Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) |
| Got jewels like Dipset screamin' «Free Santana» (Free Santana) |
| Got class, I don’t fuck with bitches with no manners (Yeah) |
| Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards (Slatt, slatt) |
| And you know I stay with my slime when I’m in Atlanta (Slatt) |
| We comin' straight out Atlanta (Atlanta) |
| I pour that mud in the Fanta (Lean) |
| Born with a whole lot of manners (Manners) |
| I’m fuckin' on Dirty Diana (Diana) |
| Can’t walk in my shoes, you don’t know what it take |
| Run with the real, I can spot out the fake |
| I’m knowin' that all the real niggas relate |
| They started hatin' when I came out the gate |
| Sticks with me and I’m totin' them sticks |
| Fuck nigga mad 'cause I fucked on his bitch |
| Came out the mud and they hate I got rich |
| Kept it too solid, I’m bangin' that six |
| Gave him a knot, got lil' buddy 'nem hit |
| Now I wake up, eat the shrimp with the grits |
| Never, can not fall in love with no thot |
| I get a kick out lettin' my buddy 'nem hit |
| Been had the vision, now I’m on a mission |
| I love all my niggas, we live so relentless |
| Boss when we hoppin' out Maybachs and Bentleys |
| I got me some top and put dick in her kidneys |
| She told me I was the realest to hit it |
| I hop in a Lambo', go handle my business (Skrrt) |
| I just been tourin', been gone for a minute |
| She don’t complain 'cause she know I been gettin' it |
| Why would I buy a Ghost if there’s a Phantom? |
| (Yeah) |
| You ain’t talkin' 'bout money, I don’t understand you (Nah) |
| Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (Yeah) |
| Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) |
| Got jewels like Dipset screamin' «Free Santana» (Free Santana) |
| Got class, I don’t fuck with bitches with no manners (Yeah) |
| Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards |
| And you know I stay with my slime when I’m in Atlanta (Slatt) |