Idk - Santa Monica Blvd lyrics

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Idk - Santa Monica Blvd lyrics

[Intro] Ayy Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh Woah, woah, woah [Verse 1] Now I'm switching up my energy (Ayy), fu*k my enemies (Ayy) Feel like I got hundreds of 'em (Right), no, no, no love from me (Woo) Y'all ni**as ain't in the streets (Ayy), y'all ni**as is industry Y'all ni**as fake ministry (Ayy), y'all ni**as just sin and preach (Right) No deal, I like the breach, I call up my lawyer like, "Nevermind" They playin' with all of these ni**as' and b*tches' money but n-n-n-never mine b*tch, I could probably never rhyme and still be a million up (Up) I only spend money on her if I know she the truth, just to keep it a buck (Right) You play with me once and you dumped The sh*t that I say when I'm drunk You know I'm ignorant, I'm at my house party actin' belligerent Tellin' my guests that I don't usually drink and sh*t Then turn around and I do it again Act like a saint, who am I to pretend? Askin' the Lord to forgive all my sins But my fingers crossed behind my back with a grin, fu*k [Chorus] I sin, I sin, b*tch, I feel like the Bucks I win, I win, again and again Again and again, now they tellin' they friends I don't know who my friends, they like to pretend (Please leave your name and phone number after the beep) [Verse 2] 'Cause they couldn't see me going very far Now I be overseas with the mob b*tch, I get paid when I pass a bar But I got no love for the law I can't remember when I had a job (Ayy, ayy) Back when they wouldn't build, now they Bob (Ayy, ayy) I still got paper tags on my cars (Ayy, ayy) Now I got gophers fu*kin' up my lawn, hahaha (Ayy, ayy) (Ayy) That sh*t is annoying (Ayy) I'm picking my poison (Ayy) You crabs in the barrel (Ayy) While my lobster is boiling (Ayy) I'm tryna avoid 'em (Ayy) But they keep on comin' for me (Where they at?) (Ayy) DMX what they wantin' from me (In the back) (Ayy) BMX, I ain't stuntin' for free (Never that) (Ayy) On my mama, my mama deceased (Make 'em mad) (Ayy) So you know that it's truth when I speak (That's a fact) (Ayy) Matador, I ain't runnin' from beef Mike Tyson, that's why my hunger so deep I replied, ain't no love in the streets Also, there wasn't no love in my home So only get love when it's comin' from me, preach, fu*k [Chorus] I sin, I sin, b*tch, I feel like the Bucks I win, I win, again and again Again and again, now they tellin' they friends I don't know who my friends, they like to pretend Santa Monica Boulevard, I can't tell if they men [Outro: 21 Savage] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy

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