Fredo Santana - f** The Otherside lyrics

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Fredo Santana - f** The Otherside lyrics

Let's get it Squad f** the other side I'm a spaz on you n***as, I say f** the other side Keep playing with a check, getting money till I die So much pain inside but it's so hard for me to cry I done gained a lotta money but I done lost a lotta guys I say f** the other side I say f** the other side I say f** the other side I say f** the other side I'm a spaz on you n***as I say f** the other side I say f** the other side I say f** the other side I'm a pull up on your block, I'm a f**ing drop some n***as better pray to God, better hope the cops come Got a 40, Juice got a 30, Caper got a drum It's gonna be a bloody scene, man, you don't want none I'm a spaz on you n***as, I say f** the other side I'm a pull up on blocks, k** sons, mamas cry And it's f**ed up in the streets I sell d**, they wonder why Looking for the lean, man I'm just tryna get high Heard these n***as sneak diss, don't make me pull a drive-by Reese, roll that window down, I finna blow this 4-5 And this b**h text my phone, I swear I hope her friend bye Finna cake her out and get some top and tell that b**h bye I'm a spaz on you n***as, I say f** the other side Keep playing with a check, getting money till I die So much pain inside but it's so hard for me to cry I done gained a lotta money but I done lost a lotta guys I say f** the other side I say f** the other side I say f** the other side I say f** the other side I'm a spaz on you n***as I say f** the other side I say f** the other side I say f** the other side In the kitchen whipping chickens like I work for Popeyes You can get it for a low number just hit my line And this club going down but yet my money flying If a n***a put they hands on me I swear they dying And we keep guns on us, boy, we don't knuckle up Let me call my plug, think it's time to re-up And these n***as fake as f**, only money I trust So much money coming in, man, I can't get enough And this loud that I'm smoking, man, I got it from Jamaica Run up on me wrong, boy, I'm a f**ing have to face you All this f**ing food talk, man, I ain't got no patience What you want, what you need, serve your a** like a waiter I'm a spaz on you n***as, I say f** the other side Keep playing with a check, getting money till I die So much pain inside but it's so hard for me to cry I done gained a lotta money but I done lost a lotta guys I say f** the other side I say f** the other side I say f** the other side I say f** the other side I'm a spaz on you n***as I say f** the other side I say f** the other side I say f** the other side

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