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Formula Video (MV)




Performed By: Santana Castro
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Santana Castro




Santana Castro - Formula Lyrics




Yeah
This another time yeah
Why they hating on the f*ckin' shine yeah
Love a bitch one, two shit all five yeah
Wine and dine yeah
Money on my f*ckin' mind yeah
All the time yeah
Really I be using science
This the science formula got that bag on it
Every time I gotta stack on em'
Formula baby know we spazz on em'
Every time you know a nigga drop that bag on em

How I got it how I need it I stunt on em'
If they need it then I got it I got one for them
If they want it I got two more strikes for them
I put more time flight on a night with them
Got a hoe too I put her in the suite in back
Taking more money niggas ain't talking racks
By myself brother kiddo that's all I had
How I did it? Man I didn't need no f*ckin' dad

How they talk bout the game nigga we straight poppin'
Better than the game nigga left me no options
Why you talk the game nigga why they be floppin'
Two time champs nigga I be I'm him
I don't know why these niggas hate on the poppin'
Papi she call me I know she gon' pop it
Everybody talk bout this shit but it's nonsense
I keep the wave going up bitch I profit

Yeah Got the green chart
Niggas talkin' hit em In brain I got the green heart
Money on my mind, knowing when fiends start
This a different type a dream when the beam start
Walk how that bitch go
Had a bitch file two need a free throw
Had that bitch wide
Niggas on that hoe shit, he a hoe guy
Sound like some old shit
Now I'm the bad guy
Get ya bag right
Can't tell me nothing Did the dash of right
You gon' see me out in public get ya bag right
Nigga you ain't never really had ya shit tight hits just right

Nigga talk bout the game nigga we straight poppin'
Better than the game nigga left me no options
Why you talk the game nigga why they be floppin'
2 time champs nigga I be I'm him
I don't know why these niggas hate on the poppin'
Papi she call me I know she gon' pop it
Everybody talk bout this shit but it's nonsense
I keep the wave going up bitch I profit

Yeah man Ima profit on you niggas I be keep it up
I'm never stopping on you niggas hits just right
Yeah we dropping on you niggas that's like every night
You know we rocking on this nigga Ima rockstar
And mix a little bit of rap niggas talk that
We ain't with the chit chat better get back
You know we wit shit shat Better get back you don't really need that
I keep it going too young Santana making moves you know we flowing too
I be in a grove you know it hitting right yeah
I catch another flight yeah you know the future bright yeah
Now I'm the bad guy
Shit fire, lets drop some adlibs
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English

Yeah
This another time yeah
Why they hating on the f*ckin' shine yeah
Love a bitch one, two shit all five yeah
Wine and dine yeah
Money on my f*ckin' mind yeah
All the time yeah
Really I be using science
This the science formula got that bag on it
Every time I gotta stack on em'
Formula baby know we spazz on em'
Every time you know a nigga drop that bag on em

How I got it how I need it I stunt on em'
If they need it then I got it I got one for them
If they want it I got two more strikes for them
I put more time flight on a night with them
Got a hoe too I put her in the suite in back
Taking more money niggas ain't talking racks
By myself brother kiddo that's all I had
How I did it? Man I didn't need no f*ckin' dad

How they talk bout the game nigga we straight poppin'
Better than the game nigga left me no options
Why you talk the game nigga why they be floppin'
Two time champs nigga I be I'm him
I don't know why these niggas hate on the poppin'
Papi she call me I know she gon' pop it
Everybody talk bout this shit but it's nonsense
I keep the wave going up bitch I profit

Yeah Got the green chart
Niggas talkin' hit em In brain I got the green heart
Money on my mind, knowing when fiends start
This a different type a dream when the beam start
Walk how that bitch go
Had a bitch file two need a free throw
Had that bitch wide
Niggas on that hoe shit, he a hoe guy
Sound like some old shit
Now I'm the bad guy
Get ya bag right
Can't tell me nothing Did the dash of right
You gon' see me out in public get ya bag right
Nigga you ain't never really had ya shit tight hits just right

Nigga talk bout the game nigga we straight poppin'
Better than the game nigga left me no options
Why you talk the game nigga why they be floppin'
2 time champs nigga I be I'm him
I don't know why these niggas hate on the poppin'
Papi she call me I know she gon' pop it
Everybody talk bout this shit but it's nonsense
I keep the wave going up bitch I profit

Yeah man Ima profit on you niggas I be keep it up
I'm never stopping on you niggas hits just right
Yeah we dropping on you niggas that's like every night
You know we rocking on this nigga Ima rockstar
And mix a little bit of rap niggas talk that
We ain't with the chit chat better get back
You know we wit shit shat Better get back you don't really need that
I keep it going too young Santana making moves you know we flowing too
I be in a grove you know it hitting right yeah
I catch another flight yeah you know the future bright yeah
Now I'm the bad guy
Shit fire, lets drop some adlibs
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Writer: Santana Castro
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