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letra de no hook - babysantana

[intro (babysantana)]
uh, what
yo what?

[verse (babysantana)]
me-me and young chris got her in la though
we just tryna stack the bread like legos
get to the money, i’m stacking the passos
my shoota creep down to your block, laylow
he a angel, we done gave that boy halo
i-i call up chris, he go slide with the draco

[verse (yvngxchris)]
i pour up wocky and we diss on his faygos
i just got a plug and he trap in barbados
godd-mn young chris can’t f-ck with these fake hoes
i can’t concentrate with these hoes in my face bro
i search for the money like “look what i found now”
.762 and this b-tch go pow pow
i ball like my n-gga no bow wow
i got a b-tch playing chris on surround sound

[verse (babysantana)]
kick down his door, we go run in his house now
d-diss on his bro, so we call i’ma mouse now
me and young chris, some gods better bow down
chris pass the word, now we running the routes now
hop out my business, you that its accurate
hallow clips, .762 get to clapping it
better do it than me and chris? imagine it
running around with my glock like i’m traveling
[verse (yvngxchris)]
running around with my glock like i’m usain
she not my b-tch, why she calling me boo thang
that n-gga lacking like “where is your crew man?”
they say “young chris switched up, he got 2 fame”
brand new ferrari, i’m serving in 2 lanes
you got a cloudy, but don’t got a stack though
i know that’s your b-tch, but she don’t no ass though
plug name travis, i’m not talking astro

[verse (babysantana)]
(shh) tip-toe we at his back door
me and lil chris finna kick in this trap though
in the little sit going fast though
put that 500 boy like he run track though
he missing his shoots when he squeezing the glizzy
i-i’m in the booth counting 100’s and 50’s
they call me morty ’cause chris is like ricky
(bro i think his name rick)
oh well, well it doesn’t matter

[verse (yvngxchris)]
i’ma hit then i’m down, i’m not f-cking batter
yeah, that hoe was bad, but my b-tch ass is fatter
got her climbing my d-ck, got her using a ladder
its a 10 on my slime, that boy is my slatter
b-tch, i got the moves i’m not talking mic’ jagger
said she wanted with me, but that b-tch was a gagger
young chris got the fame, but that sh-t made me sadder
and that hoe wanna ring, baby i’m not saturn
[interloud (babysantana & yvngxchris)]
hehe (haha), aye bro chill chill chill
ayo, he didn’t have to do it like
my fault, thats my bad, my bad
look, loo-loo-look (whats up bro)
it is- bro, i don’t know but
i don’t know what it is with me and fast beats
but i think i like when my beats is a little faster
so speed it up for me

[verse (babysantana)]
got the mac in my lap and the glock in my hand
she watch me like her favorite show on demand
i walk in the party, they know i’m the man
i walk in the bank, i’ma jig for the bands
yeah enough, thats tough, lets get to the real
pull up to his block pop that boy like a pill
shoot him in his leg, don’t care how he feel
i’ma dunk on that boy like my name is shaquille

[verse (yvngxchris)]
godd-mn that boy young chris too ill
i’m not talking superman, i ride with the steel
i’ma beat her doonies now she eat like a meal
i’ma call her lil [?] that boy got a deal
young chris finna f-ck and this hoe finna rap
that boy talking crazy, i’m tenning, i’m snapping
my n-gga, whats cracking, i just got it backing
i pull out my d-ck and that b-tch started laughing
[outro (yvngxchris)]
the f-ck is you laughing for like

- babysantana

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