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lirik lagu true religion – so santana

[intro: so santana]
i just want to take a moment to thank all my hoes
all my bros, and they hoes
thank the lean, thank the bad b*tches, real n*ggas
i thank god for it all

[chorus: so santana]
i swear my front pocket look like a bible b*tch its crippin’
i don’t believe in love or hate please tell me what’s the difference
i’ve never been a saint but i used to rock true religion
money on my mind but she give head so bruh i’m tempted
i got hoes tryna suck me out my clothes
got me paranoid, where the f*ck my pole
when i find it imma put it to your skull
take a f*ck n*gga right off his throne
[verse 1: ka$hvert & so santana]
i’m on the road
f*ck a bad b*tch go do a show
my wrist a patek know i’m a goat
they calling me vert cause they know imma blow
smoking on pressure it f*ck up my throat
i’m with so santana we getting them loads (on god)
off*white b*tch its matching my flow
all night bet the trap is gon roll
if you ain’t got it keep it true like clothes
we might go to jail for selling this crack
nazzii on the beat meezy spin it back
lot of dirty money need ten laundry mats
i don’t really f*ck with y’all these rap n*ggas cap
imma stay true to myself that’s a fact
sell that boy white but he wanted some black
not f*ckin with rappers these n*ggas be cap
f*ck on a ship need a b*tch in my lap
made another play hope the feds don’t tap
screamin free blow that sh*t no cap
if you need a pack we gon put it in wrap
stay true to this sh*t this sh*t deeper than rap
when i get a beat they know kashvert gon snap
when i’m in the streets they know kashvert got now
beat up the p*ssy she throwin the towel
don’t do the rap cap f*ck up my sound
[chorus: so santana]
i swear my front pocket look like a bible b*tch its crippin’
i don’t believe in love or hate please tell me what’s the difference
i’ve never been a saint but i used to rock true religion
money on my mind but she give head so bruh i’m tempted
i got hoes tryna suck me out my clothes
got me paranoid, where the f*ck my pole
when i find it imma put it to your skull
take a f*ck n*gga right off his throne

[verse 2: ka$hvert & so santana]
look, i came a long way (long way)
if a n*gga try crashin that b*tch went the wrong way
i keep it true religion like the song say
stay down in the trap then i tell her its a long day
i keep that peewee with me like i’m long way
i keep a bl!cky with me for the wrong day
n*ggas ain’t sticking with me that’s a long way
extended the clip on the bl!ck that’s a long drake
give em’ a long face
in a demon with road rage
she drunk off of rosa
she like b*tches she’s so g*y
my front pocket holy
they like no way
pour it up
pour it up
pour it up
pour it up
pour it up
pour it up (sheesh)
i keep more heat than florida
counting dead men i’m no coroner
slay that cat b*tch i’m a warrior
she love when i’m touring her
my b*tch is a foreigner
everyday we get racks
every head in here got h*rns say slatt
every n*gga round me stay in the trap
might go to the eight just to shoot a couple cr*ps
no they chalking us
these n*ggas not stoppin’ us
no baskin these n*ggas ain’t robbin us
two b*tches they both getting double stuffed
i’m one of one and you one of them so you the opps n*gga
i’m with kash and we goin’ vert till we reach the top n*gga
i got a tiger, tigger my b*tch she got stripes on her
[chorus: so santana]
i swear my front pocket look like a bible b*tch its crippin’
i don’t believe in love or hate please tell me what’s the difference
i’ve never been a saint but i used to rock true religion
money on my mind but she give head so bruh i’m tempted
i got hoes tryna suck me out my clothes
got me paranoid, where the f*ck my pole
when i find it imma put it to your skull
take a f*ck n*gga right off his throne

- so santana

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