Ba** Santana - GodDamn lyrics

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Ba** Santana - GodDamn lyrics

[Intro – Ba** Santana] To Ba** be the glory You won't get no p**y smoking zone, my mans [Verse 1 – Ba** Santana] Goddamn, goddammit, goddamn Still smoking good kush, goddamn You n***as still smoking Reggie, goddamn You ain't my n***a, you a mothaf**ing fan Goddammit who got it on lock You a p**y like Rob Cinderblock You n***as p**y, getting caught and then you talk I used to hide the dime bags under rocks [Verse 2 – KinSoul] I never once got caught from the cops I never one told all that to the opps Batty bwoy turn a informer One batty bwoy haffi get (gunshot) Blood clot [Hook/Chorus – Ba** Santana] Goddamn, goddammit, goddamn Twenty-eight grams goddamn Game change, Broward County, switch lanes Tryna count hella bands all with one hand [Verse 3 – KinSoul] Goddamn, goddammit goddammit How do you manage back on this planet I barely could handle it I need me my cannabis, just channel it Gave me advantages, flow Los Angeles I might tan a b**h, f** all that arguing f** all that sh** [Bridge – KinSoul] f** what a b**h say, give me my switchblade Give you a big fade, what that punk say? Make you a mistake, don't f** up the fengshui Like Kanye, sipping in Bombay All day, all day, don't f** up the fengshui f** what a b**h say, give me my switchblade Give you a big fade, what that punk say? Make you a mistake, don't f** up the fengshui Like Kanye, sipping in Bombay All day, all day, don't f** up the fengshui Blood clot [Hook/Chorus – Ba** Santana] Goddamn, goddammit, goddamn Twenty-eight grams goddamn Game change, Broward County, switch lanes Tryna count hella bands all with one hand

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