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letra de dougie & kay - babysantana

[intro: babysantana]
maajins
yeah (blatt), yeah (baow)

[verse 1: babysantana]
i’m serving that pack ’til i run out
we kicking his trap to the [?]
he said he want smoke? tell him, “back down”
you told on your bros, you a rat now
that stick in my (rrah), that stick in my [?] finna cause a scene
we keep with a mask like it’s halloween
i wasn’t a demon ’til i popped a bean
i wasn’t a demon ’til i popped a four
i call up my angels and they at your door
got a bl!ck on my hip, i’m tryna up the score
and i need to calm down ’cause i’m hurting my throat

[break: babysantana]
ah, my bad, my bad
i’ma get back right

[verse 2: babysantana]
that drank in my cup
(sorry that i cheated) sike, i don’t give a f-ck
i’ma call up lil’ luisss, we count up the bucks
he try to test me, so that boy out of luck
run down on your mans, uh, stick up
put him in the sand and don’t let him get up
and all of these b-tches, i’m so f-cking sick of
and you better fight back, or we won’t let you get up
[interlude]
let him get up, let him get up, let him get up, let him get up
fight back, n-gga
fight back, n-gga
fight back, fight back

[verse 3: luisss]
i’m not talking [?], the glock finna blast
the glock got two kids, i’m not talking ’bout [spaz ?]
yeah, we put your mixtape all up in the (uh, uh), we put your mixtape in the trash
me and ‘tana like dougie b. and kay flock
got the glock in my pocket, so you know it’s hot
me and ‘tana, yeah, we letting off shots
i’m doing transitions like it’s a tiktok
and i be with my ho like i’m kaydoe
if i need a hit, yeah, i’m calling him shaio
we spinning your town like that sh-t tomato
we flew by my room like potato (baow)
isn’t that sh-t like tornado? (i don’t care)
i just know that it’s somewhere in the sample
broke ass n-gga still asking for samples
look in the mirror, yeah, that’s an example
gucci on my toe, i’m not talking ’bout camel
choppa blow him out like he was a candle
his body flip just how he flipping through channels
he don’t know what to say, i think he playing scramble
yeah, she in distress like a damsel
yeah, in distress
i got a —, it’s hitting his chest
smoking on —, it’s hitting my chest
yeah, we throw up the a like a test
we finna leave that lil’ boy to rest
whole gang together look like birds upon a nest

- babysantana

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