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fix - cosantana lyrics

[intro]
(hahaha)
(oh, snapp)
ayy, huh, yeah, nah
rap, n*gga, full*time—
huh, yeah
ayy

[chorus]
ayy, full*time trap, n*gga, part*time rap, n*gga
better live that life up, that’s some sh*t that you can lose
tired of these basic b*tches, all they do is pick and choose
learn my lesson in the trap, dawg, you play by the rules (ayy)
your bro and them at risk, and you spent twenty thousand on some jewels?
said i’m painting bad b*tch outside by the pool
n*ggas get me heated, had to learn my way to keep the cool
always had to fix some sh*t you f*cked up, so i keep a tool

[verse]
always had to fix some sh*t you f*cked up, so i keep my gun
dissin’ on me, and you got kids, you better say bye to your sons (ayy)
you better say bye to them guns, i see it, then it’s booked
and lil’ quay ’bout seven*hundred*thousand, mad as h*ll that he got booked (ayy)
that was your best friend, you mad as h*ll that he got took, ayy
lil’ bro popped his ass, ’cause he ain’t like the way he looked at him
your mans just got him, and you ain’t do sh*t but just look at him
know that he a b*tch, i see his face, n*gga, just look at him (ayy)
heard that was your mans and your lil’ brother, and them just slimed ’em out
you came up and his bond only a band, and you ain’t bond him out?
that’s the sh*t i’m talking ’bout, n*ggas really crook as h*ll
now when he get out, he on that hot sh*t, better tuck your tail
yeah, uh, but let me mind my business
if i say that i did it, then i did it, i’m not for the gimmicks
really in the field, gang time, n*gga, f*ck a scrimmage
yellow corvette parked in the hood, n*gga, f*cking lemon
yeah, and that’s just how it go
you can lose you life if you put all your trust into a ho
you can lose that work that’s in the trap if you don’t lock the door
he walk out the house, then that sh*t green, i tell my brothers, “go”
at a young age, i learned how to tell this b*tches no
at a young age, my bro taught me how to track and go
at a young age, just taught how to go and score
got n*ggas that’s thirteen, and they know how to go and move a boat
(yeah)
h*ll nah, i can’t sell my soul
yeah (yeah)
f*ck the traffic, we gon’ take the toll
she said, “f*ck a nine*to*five”
she wanna work the pole, ayy
i know n*ggas nine to five already got a pole
[chorus]
ayy, full*time trap, n*gga, part*time rap, n*gga
better live that life up, that’s some sh*t that you can lose
tired of these basic b*tches, all they do is pick and choose
learn my lesson in the trap, dawg, you play by the rules (ayy)
your bro and them at risk, and you spent twenty thousand on some jewels?
said i’m painting bad b*tch outside by the pool
n*ggas get me heated, had to learn my way to keep the cool
always had to fix some sh*t you f*cked up, so i keep a tool

- cosantana lyrics

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