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letra de antisocial 2* - babysantana

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[intro: babysantana]
aye cgm, where you at?
yeah, yeah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, woah, woah
yeah, yeah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, woah, woah

[verse 1: babysantana]
she say that she from jamaica, so i switch it up for a second and put on the bongos
i feel like dami, cause i take your shawty and put in that work, i ain’t talkin’ trabajo
if he want smoke then we light up his honda civic, like he had a ride to chicago
he talkin’ down so i call up my bro to shoot him down with the whole semi-auto

[chorus: babysantana]
i’m with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in loius
then we gon’ cop a crib on the northside
1500, that’s the gang, no i cannot switch on my brothers, lil’ bro stay on your side
shawty been speakin’ a whole other language, she say that “santana, now he on the courtside”
we finna put that lil’ boy in the grave, and if he make a sound, then he gettin’ his corpse shot
she said “santana, are you socially anti,” and i told her “no, girl, i’m antisocial”
i don’t like being ’round people sometimes, so the public keep sayin’ i’m anti-local
shawty told me that she keep getting wet, like every time that she hear my vocals
pull out my choppa, i’m shootin’ at you and your gang til’ that chopper start jammin’, it’s over
[verse 2: slump6s]
don’t make me bring out dakota
you talkin’ down but you don’t wanna go there
pull up to your block and we don’t see you nowhere
we make him lean like we pourin’ a four here
choppa singin’, billie, no eilish
bullets so hot that they knock off his eyelash
leavin’ an opp n-gga, we do not like them
you textin’ me lil’ hoe, i do not write back
i’m really playin’ that hoe like a p4
my n-gga shooting your ass like a free throw
i’m at the crib and i’m wearing a mink coat
how many hoes, n-gga, i got like cinco
that hoe be texting my phone, asking me if i love her and i had to tell her “i think so”
man, i got so many sons, had to feel like mufasa, but no, i ain’t talking bout mego
my n-gga still finna slide with the gadgets, if you talkin’ down we gon’ slide with the ratchet
santana stay with a lil uzi, and no i ain’t talkin’ brand new patek
can’t f-ck with that lame ass boy, he just be capping, he just be ready to panic
i ain’t never ran track, but 600 hopped on the track and he motherf-ckin’ ran it
i got a new hoe outta the country, she just be talking to me in spanish
they finna think that it’s world war ii by the way 1500 gon’ slide with a cannon
i really don’t be doing sh-t to these n-ggas, but just let me talk and i’ll still do damage
my [?] but he finna w-w-wet his ass up like a salmon
i got the [?], n-gga you got the pennies
i’m getting racks, n-gga i’m getting many
it’s been a minute since me and gang linked up
[?]
[verse: xhulooo]
that .40 popped in his noggin, now he wanna [?], crack him like an egg
[?] with that g19 on my hip, we finna leave him for dead
the choppa gon’ flip like [?] or maybe a patek, but you know we aim for the head
we ride [?], this ar gon’ pop him, if he talkin’ crazy, we fill him with lead

[verse: yung fazo]
two bullets sit on your head like a fitted
can’t f-ck with you, know that that sh-t is just business
yeah, yeah-hey, yeah
okay, yeah-yeah, yeah
we gon’ pull up in that masi’, yeah, i hope i don’t crash, yeah
call up santana, we slide with that chopper, you know that that sh-t finna blast, yeah
she just wan’ f-ck with me, know she wan’ suck on me
cause’ she see me gettin’ bands, yeah
know that this sh-t finna get a lil tactical
red dot, you know that we aim with the reticle
i got your b-tch at my crib and she riding my d-ck
and i know that you is a little skeptical…

- babysantana

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