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letra de business man - fredo santana

[chorus: fredo santana]
i’m a business man so all my business straight
gotta stop trapping, need to switch lanes
or i’ma end up on a f-ckin’ bigger case
feds on my trail, you know i switch plates
i ain’t just in chiraq, i had to switch states
i sell whole pounds, i don’t sell eighths
i sell whole pounds, i don’t sell eighths
i’m a business man so all my business straight

[verse 1: fredo santana]
if a n-gg- play with me, then it’s doa
i got real shooters, shoot you in the face
want a whole thing, i whip it in your face
and when i meet my plug a pistol on my waist
couple shots gettin’ fired if you in my way
shots get to beatin’ like some 808s
i got n-gg-s catchin’ bodies every day
a n-gg- can die from what he gotta say
should’ve kept his mouth closed anyway
them f-ckin’ choppers come out any day
k!ll a n-gg- on his f-ckin’ birthday
then turn it to his motherf-ckin’ worst day
i’m a savage so you know chiraq be my birthplace
kidnap a n-gg-, find out where that work stay
i sip red but i love how that purp taste

[verse 2: lil duke]
we smoke out the pound, we don’t smoke eighths
its like every day we on the jet in different states
i don’t want no ramen noodles, all i want is steak
if a p-ssy try me he gonna die today
young n-gg- get it, you know how we play
three b-tches with me, they callin’ me bae
pullin’ out, bustin’ it right on they face
then pull up my pants, get the f-ck ’bout my day
free my lil homie, just caught him a case
pull up and hop out and let that b-tch spray
run and get hit in the back with a k
d-ck in her mouth, give a f-ck what she say
knock a n-gg- off and lay low
if his -ss sweet i’ma hit him with k-roll
ysl glo gang, and b-tch i’m with fredo
aim at his head and now you got a halo
run through the dogs, run through the dogs
get you knocked off and i just make a call
jumped off the porch and i went straight to ballin’
lot of these n-gg-s be faking and ‘flauging
i’m in la like a dodger
took off on the plug, the n-gg- still calling
balling like i hit the lotto
went to the dealership, copped me an auto
fire your -ss up and hide out in chicago
feds they runnin’ through the hood in a tahoe
they gon’ dig me like a pothole
i put a suit and a tie on

- fredo santana

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