BabySantana

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BabySantana


(Bee, yeah)
(Yeah)
Yeah (Uh) , huh (Woah) , yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Put him in the sky, ain't talkin' no airplane
I'm droppin' shooters like COD campaign
G, he gon' pour a bottle of champagne, no, I ain't talkin' no Poppy
Draco on my hip and I'm shootin' like Scotty
Me and lil' J Lo ride 'round in that Masi'
Dior on my toes, bogo on my chest when I feel like Dami
Jump out the wall like BO3, he talkin' down, he gon' D-I-E (Oof)
Brand new scope on the ARP, knock out your lights like B-Y-E
I'm still tryna see why he talkin' down on the G-A-N-G
Heard he want smoke, so we finna pull up on him and pull out the M-16
Slide with AK, Draco at the red light
Heard he talkin' down, I burden his hindsight
Chrome Hearts on and I got Off-White
14 and I carry the spotlight (Bop, bop, bop)
Feel like Yachty, baby, 'cause I only want one night
Now how you gon' bring a knife to a gunfight?
How you black belt but ain't even had one fight?
Kick yourself in the A in the sunlight

Put him in the sky, ain't talkin' no airplane
I'm droppin' shooters like COD campaign
G, he gon' pour a bottle of champagne, no, I ain't talkin' no Poppy
Draco on my hip and I'm shootin' like Scotty
Me and lil' J Lo ride 'round in that Masi'
Dior on my toes, bogo on my chest when I feel like Dami
Jump out the wall like BO3, he talkin' down, he gon' D-I-E
Brand new scope on the ARP, knock out your lights like B-Y-E
I'm still tryna see why he talkin' down on the G-A-N-G
Heard he want smoke, so we finna pull up on him and pull out the M-16

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