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lirik lagu santa barbara – fat ray

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[intro]
bruiser brigade
independent labels who grindin’ hard to get to the top
instead of people who just walk in and they just give you a gimmick and this who you are
you know what i’m saying, that’s hollywood, man (right)
you can’t, you can’t go out like that (i feel you there)
that’s why i ain’t got a deal now, i ain’t going out, i ain’t going hollywood, man (for real, huh)
keeping it straight, detroit, man
yeah
better, n*gga

[verse]
ar with that sh*ll catcher, i don’t leave nothin’
me and the gang looking like we big*game huntin’
it’s a lot of fat n*ggas, i’m the best looking
in the booth, soundin’ like i got meth cooking
you looking for a real n*gga? you done found one
raised around a whole lotta shooters like ‘bron son
i ain’t even gotta cook ’em, they beyond done
the sad part is that we all one
the phone smart and yet we all dumb
f*ck that sh*t, f*ck that sh*t, dog
word to my n*gga first
i think a proof in every verse that i spit
i wrote this with an iron fist, you still exist?
i bust a right on santa barbara and reminisce
my n*gga turned me to a barber, i’m on they wig
he say “you wanna see the [?], here it is”
right around the corner from the crib
they made movies off the sh*t we did
imagine having dilla in this b*tch
imagine everybody bearing gifts
imagine being in the state of bliss
and in the family a tornado hit
and get the clearest sh*t
that leave you standing in the rubble and yo’ heart no longer hearing sh*t
and now you do it for the struggle ’cause you know you gotta hustle
but you bitter so yo’ ear ain’t really hearing sh*t
so n*gga miss me with that rap sh*t, i’m out of touch
and i no longer give a f*ck, them n*ggas suck
f*ck yo’ designer sh*t, n*gga
i’m happy to be back on my shrine of the black madonna sh*t
[outro]
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