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lirik lagu jealous – fredo santana

hook:
these n-gg-s changed, they got jealous on me
try to rob, i got that felon on me
i can’t leave the country cause i’m a felon homie
and i don’t trust these n-gg-s, they be telling on me
and i don’t trust these b-tches, they be plotting on me
everybody ain’t real, you gotta watch homie
n-gg-s say they real, but they acting funny
these n-gg-s changed and got jealous on me.

[kendrick lamar:]
i don’t trust these n-gg-s, i don’t trust these b-tches
drunk right now, so you know i meant it

if you know me then you know n-gg- chi-town like my second home
i done flew a private jet for some harold’s chicken striahgt from rome
i don’t bust down on a few thots, fredo hit me on my phone
‘n-gg- i can’t talk right now, got p-ssy on my tongue’
i got worry on my brain, i been gone all summer
just to fly on my brain, i been gone all summer
just to fly back home and found out y’all done killed my little brother
sh-t is f-cked up on these streets
why the f-ck would i think about some rap beef?
n-gg- i got bigger fish to fry now
empty out my account and i’ll pay for sleep
where’s my bottle?
money change and people change and people come
and people go and act estranged
i’m aggravated cause they hated, confirmation for success
antic-p-ted, i can taste it
i can chase it back down with liquor
i could drown out my sorrows
but i ain’t a sorry -ss n-gg-
get up off your -ss, make yourself a hundred racks
b-tch, get up off your -ss, throw it back back back
back inside my ‘bach, back in a garage that we can jack
b-tch i love my hood, i’m strapped up, what’s good?
heard someone said.

[fredo santana:]
coming up, gotta watch who you hang with
i’m still with the same n-gg-s i came with
one the block with the same n-gg-s i banged with
if you ain’t talking money i don’t know your language
i come from that very very bottom
now i’m getting money and i’m seeing stardom
my n-gg-s savage, don’t start ’em
we up them guns, if it’s a f-cking problem
money coing in, don’t have money problems
kicked your b-tch out cause she ain’t wanna swallow
all these b-tches thots, acting like models
fredo, i’m the king of chicago
gotta .30 and i fill it up with hallows
got bricks and i feel like el chapo
i’m the sh-t, i’m the sh-t, i’m the sh-t b-tch
since i’m a rich n-gg-, i need a rich b-tch.

- fredo santana

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