BabySantana - Armory lyrics

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BabySantana - Armory lyrics

[Intro: BabySantana] (Paradigm) Huh, designer on me soon as I come around (Yeah) If he talk down then we huntin' him down (I'll never forget you) If we catch him, then we runnin' him down (Woah, ZaySkillz) (Ayo, Ian) [Chorus: BabySantana] Huh, designer on me soon as I come around If he talk down then we huntin' him down If we catch him, then we runnin' him down Put my mask on, tell him don't make a sound Put my mask on, then we gunnin' him down And this 7.62 so loud I'ma shoot 'til them bullets' tears sprout And you not gang, no, you can't come around And that choppa gon' knock out his arteries (Yeah) I just want your love and your honesty This on God, they won't make it as far as me (Yeah) Got on black and yellow likе I'm Cardi B And we scorin' on Tris at the pharmacy Who you know fourteen and they as hard as mе? And they say he didn't go [?] Get ready for war, I'ma load up my armory [Verse: YNW BSlime] Oh, woah They didn't wanna link outside the show And all my woadies, yeah, they aimin' for your throat And I ain't even know, that you wanted smoke But alright, here we go Okay, woah, diamonds shine white, Colgate Bullets make your body rotate Send him up in the sky, make him meet his soul mate Bullets fly, hit your spine, make your body lose weight And my pockets wasn't fine, so I had to choose weight Okay, but this stick leave you anorexic They couldn't read between the lines, so I though they were dyslexic Wait, woah, hey, I don't wanna play around, hey Bodies gon' hit the ground And this 7.62 gon' make that sound Leave him in the lost and found Are you gon' ride? Baby tell me if you gon' ride No, don't pick no sides 'Cause if you do then you gon' die [Chorus: BabySantana] Huh, designer on me soon as I come around If he talk down then we huntin' him down If we catch him, then we runnin' him down Put my mask on, tell him don't make a sound Put my mask on, then we gunnin' him down And this 7.62 so loud I'ma shoot 'til them bullets' tears sprout And you not gang, no, you can't come around And that choppa gon' knock out his arteries I just want your love and your honesty This on God, they won't make it as far as me Got on black and yellow like I'm Cardi B And we scorin' on Tris at the pharmacy Who you know fourteen and they as hard as me? And they say he didn't go [?] Get ready for war, I'ma load up my armory [Outro] (I'll never forget you) (ZaySkillz) (Ayo, Ian)

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