She go hard too much, in my mind I feel far, I feel, to sublime
I don't practice Santeria, but this bitch is still my hyna
I don't sip on margarita, she say she just on a timer
She wanna f*ck with the wave, she wanna f*ck with the drip
Take a trip onto my ship, she want that drip on my wrist
She switching ' lanes, tryna maintain, boys hoppin' out the coupe
I'm smoking a gas, raiding my brain, exotic bustin' out the roof
It's like a zoo in the Stu, I go beastmode in the booth
She eat me up like I'm food, slurpin' me up like I'm soup
She bust it open for the crew, shorty demeanor ' the truth
In Hollywood makin' moves, this is the life that I choose
My Brodie, never gon' lose
This is the life that we choosing, yeah Ice in my cup for the potion, yeah
I see you pacing, you know that I'm sick with it
Ice on my wrist and it's frozen, yeah
I got a lot on my mind, you ain't makin' music or money
You wastin' my time, all my niggas doin' fine
Wanna sit with us, you better get your ass in line
She go hard too much in my mind
I feel far, I feel to sublime
I don't practice santeria, but this bitch is still my hyna
I don't sip on margarita, she say she just on a timer
F*ck you lil' suckas, you can't have my soul
Aimin' for greatness, so we lock'n load
Hippie swag, we rock and roll
You ain't see this shit before
Bad lil' thot, give me top till I get it up
Hit it from the back, in the back, of the Bentley truck
Got a Ziploc, of the za, that'll leave you stuck
Eatin' corn bread, I'm a self-made millionaire
Goin' for the truth, I'ma break my back
Chicken noodle soup, man, we sick like that
And I ain't got a coupe, but the roof all black sprite peanut butter jelly with the baseball bat
Everybody wanna switch lanes, on a nigga
Knowin' they really wanna make six figures
Young dog just tryna find em
Said Ain't got time for the fake ass bitches, ain't got time
Ooh, ooh, ooh, she ride with the booth
Ooh, ooh, ooh, she like Jimmy Choo
She wanna ride with the crew
She wanna ride with the crew
She say I like you
She say I like you
She go hard too much
In my mind, I ain't feel far
I feel, to sublime
I don't practice santeria
But this bitch is still my hyna
I don't sip on margarita
She say she just on a timer
Angl711 - Santeria (feat. Cbreadthakid & Stretchtheboywonder) Lyrics
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She go hard too much, in my mind I feel far, I feel, to sublime
I don't practice Santeria, but this bitch is still my hyna
I don't sip on margarita, she say she just on a timer
She wanna f*ck with the wave, she wanna f*ck with the drip
Take a trip onto my ship, she want that drip on my wrist
She switching ' lanes, tryna maintain, boys hoppin' out the coupe
I'm smoking a gas, raiding my brain, exotic bustin' out the roof
It's like a zoo in the Stu, I go beastmode in the booth
She eat me up like I'm food, slurpin' me up like I'm soup
She bust it open for the crew, shorty demeanor ' the truth
In Hollywood makin' moves, this is the life that I choose
My Brodie, never gon' lose
This is the life that we choosing, yeah Ice in my cup for the potion, yeah
I see you pacing, you know that I'm sick with it
Ice on my wrist and it's frozen, yeah
I got a lot on my mind, you ain't makin' music or money
You wastin' my time, all my niggas doin' fine
Wanna sit with us, you better get your ass in line
She go hard too much in my mind
I feel far, I feel to sublime
I don't practice santeria, but this bitch is still my hyna
I don't sip on margarita, she say she just on a timer
F*ck you lil' suckas, you can't have my soul
Aimin' for greatness, so we lock'n load
Hippie swag, we rock and roll
You ain't see this shit before
Bad lil' thot, give me top till I get it up
Hit it from the back, in the back, of the Bentley truck
Got a Ziploc, of the za, that'll leave you stuck
Eatin' corn bread, I'm a self-made millionaire
Goin' for the truth, I'ma break my back
Chicken noodle soup, man, we sick like that
And I ain't got a coupe, but the roof all black sprite peanut butter jelly with the baseball bat
Everybody wanna switch lanes, on a nigga
Knowin' they really wanna make six figures
Young dog just tryna find em
Said Ain't got time for the fake ass bitches, ain't got time
Ooh, ooh, ooh, she ride with the booth
Ooh, ooh, ooh, she like Jimmy Choo
She wanna ride with the crew
She wanna ride with the crew
She say I like you
She say I like you
She go hard too much
In my mind, I ain't feel far
I feel, to sublime
I don't practice santeria
But this bitch is still my hyna
I don't sip on margarita
She say she just on a timer
I don't practice Santeria, but this bitch is still my hyna
I don't sip on margarita, she say she just on a timer
She wanna f*ck with the wave, she wanna f*ck with the drip
Take a trip onto my ship, she want that drip on my wrist
She switching ' lanes, tryna maintain, boys hoppin' out the coupe
I'm smoking a gas, raiding my brain, exotic bustin' out the roof
It's like a zoo in the Stu, I go beastmode in the booth
She eat me up like I'm food, slurpin' me up like I'm soup
She bust it open for the crew, shorty demeanor ' the truth
In Hollywood makin' moves, this is the life that I choose
My Brodie, never gon' lose
This is the life that we choosing, yeah Ice in my cup for the potion, yeah
I see you pacing, you know that I'm sick with it
Ice on my wrist and it's frozen, yeah
I got a lot on my mind, you ain't makin' music or money
You wastin' my time, all my niggas doin' fine
Wanna sit with us, you better get your ass in line
She go hard too much in my mind
I feel far, I feel to sublime
I don't practice santeria, but this bitch is still my hyna
I don't sip on margarita, she say she just on a timer
F*ck you lil' suckas, you can't have my soul
Aimin' for greatness, so we lock'n load
Hippie swag, we rock and roll
You ain't see this shit before
Bad lil' thot, give me top till I get it up
Hit it from the back, in the back, of the Bentley truck
Got a Ziploc, of the za, that'll leave you stuck
Eatin' corn bread, I'm a self-made millionaire
Goin' for the truth, I'ma break my back
Chicken noodle soup, man, we sick like that
And I ain't got a coupe, but the roof all black sprite peanut butter jelly with the baseball bat
Everybody wanna switch lanes, on a nigga
Knowin' they really wanna make six figures
Young dog just tryna find em
Said Ain't got time for the fake ass bitches, ain't got time
Ooh, ooh, ooh, she ride with the booth
Ooh, ooh, ooh, she like Jimmy Choo
She wanna ride with the crew
She wanna ride with the crew
She say I like you
She say I like you
She go hard too much
In my mind, I ain't feel far
I feel, to sublime
I don't practice santeria
But this bitch is still my hyna
I don't sip on margarita
She say she just on a timer
Writer: Gregg Polosky, Dontae Argus
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid