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devil’s alibi - cuttaboy santana lyrics

santana

santino

uh yeah
i fit the same description as the devil
walk off alone, you can say i’m a rebel
never forget how they crossed a lil n*gga
double my orders, they be copping my jiggas
they copy me n*gga, i’m one of one
every time i step out i get hate for something
every time she come round she gon’ ask for something
every time i flash out they ain’t saying nun
i carry my own, they ain’t giving me sh*t
go hit the trap, tryna’ diamond my wrist
the f*ck out my house you ain’t tryna’ suck d*ck
keep my name out your mouth i’m bout real as it get
all of them rumors ain’t hittin’ on sh*t
get off of snap and go step in a trench
bring yo ass out leave him dead in a ditch
how you my op and ion know who you is

i’m on the east, i’m top three in my conference
f*ck on yo b*tch say she loving my confidence
you buy a gram, get a gar as a condiment
i’m the same n*gga, my heart in apartments
came a long way but i’ll cuddle a carpet
this pain in my face leave with perky’s and oxies
might buy a range off fenny and roxies
pockets got thin, but they look a lil stocky
throw you a pack, i’m a black john stockton
talking bout murders, i’m something like gotti
you is not heard off, don’t run with yo partner
i put my trust in my block and my carbine
i hit the glock make him jump like he corbin
ha, yeah yeah

i fit the same description as the devil
walk off alone, you can say i’m a rebel
never forget how they crossed a lil n*gga
double my orders, they be copping my jiggas
they copy me n*gga, i’m one of one
every time i step out i get hate for something
every time she come round she gon’ ask for something
every time i flash out they ain’t saying nun
carry my own, they ain’t giving me sh*t
go hit the trap, tryna’ diamond my wrist
the f*ck out my house you ain’t tryna’ suck d*ck
keep my name out your mouth i’m bout real as it get
all of them rumors ain’t hittin’ on sh*t
get off of snap and go step in a ditch
bring yo ass out leave him dead in a ditch
(unt unt uh) ion know who you is
sh*t
tsss ha, (i fit the same description as the devil)

i’m on the east i’m top three in my conference
f*ck on yo b*tch, say she loving my confidence
you buy a gram get a gar as a condiment
i’m the same n*gga, my heart in apartments
came a long way but i’ll cuddle a carpet
this pain in my face leave with perky and roxies
(un, yeah)
might buy a range off fennies and roxies
(uh, yeah)
pockets look thin, …. really stocky
(uhh, yeah)
i’ll throw you a pack, i’m a black john stockton
talking bout murders, i’m something like gotti
you is not heard of, don’t run with yo partner
i put my trust in my block and my carbine
hit the glock make him jump like he corbin
(uh, hahaha, hahaha, haha)
(hahaha, hahaha, haha)

- cuttaboy santana lyrics

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