How it's haunted
On the motherf*ckin' westside
I think I'm joining on the DARKSIDE
Young nigga, I still got a lot on my mind
I don't know how to stop sign
Green light, red and green flag
It's more money make the green bag
It's more ways make the shit stack
Hits just right on that bitch ass
Put another on that bitch uh
I put another on that bitch back
You don't like the way that the nigga dropping
You don't like the way I treat my bitches proper
You don't like the way that I switch the topic
I pull up Jump shot crowd on they feet oh I'm the author
Nigga talkin' bitches Hoe nigga shot em'
Nigga talkin' shit We apeshit in the lobby
Lookin' at the bullshit I did it probably
And yeah I got the mac N' the Mac got em'
Yeah I got the bag yeah the bag got em'
And they don't need the stash cause the stash got em'
2 o's on me I got dumb tree
I'm getting money lookin' at the funds bleed
I'm getting on em Mixing out the company
Bitches And I'm lookin' at em succeed
How I got it? Got the dumb squeeze
I'm loookin' at the check I got the check please
F*ck up the bank Like withdrawal me
I'm f*ckin' up the feds like I net these
Yeah this another f*ckin' luxury
Got a vision All the hoes they want touch on me
No permission It's my decision f*ck wit' me
Talking about the G's and the bags that's what's up with me
12 for the O Or the watch that's what's up wit' me
Cousins on the block real deep that's what's up wit' me
Brother on my mind the little one that's what's up with me
Knockin' in the truck Know it thump that's what's up wit' me
Need a new ghost new wagon
I got the new songs We be new bagging
New drip on me I be new swaggin'
New hoes naked that's the new fashion
Talkin' bout this shit dragging in the wagon
My bitch just dropped got the new pattern
New Barack on me got the new gassy
Nigga talkin' shit never been classy
I'm rapping on this nigga can't compete with me
You niggas in the last spot compete wit' me
I'm Kobe wit' the jump shot compete wit' me
I'm all up like jump shot compete wit' me
Were on live TV here I gotta I gotta move
Thank you so much thank you thank you thank you it's good to be home thank you
Santana Castro - New Barack Lyrics
Santana Castro - New Barack Lyrics
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How it's haunted
On the motherf*ckin' westside
I think I'm joining on the DARKSIDE
Young nigga, I still got a lot on my mind
I don't know how to stop sign
Green light, red and green flag
It's more money make the green bag
It's more ways make the shit stack
Hits just right on that bitch ass
Put another on that bitch uh
I put another on that bitch back
You don't like the way that the nigga dropping
You don't like the way I treat my bitches proper
You don't like the way that I switch the topic
I pull up Jump shot crowd on they feet oh I'm the author
Nigga talkin' bitches Hoe nigga shot em'
Nigga talkin' shit We apeshit in the lobby
Lookin' at the bullshit I did it probably
And yeah I got the mac N' the Mac got em'
Yeah I got the bag yeah the bag got em'
And they don't need the stash cause the stash got em'
2 o's on me I got dumb tree
I'm getting money lookin' at the funds bleed
I'm getting on em Mixing out the company
Bitches And I'm lookin' at em succeed
How I got it? Got the dumb squeeze
I'm loookin' at the check I got the check please
F*ck up the bank Like withdrawal me
I'm f*ckin' up the feds like I net these
Yeah this another f*ckin' luxury
Got a vision All the hoes they want touch on me
No permission It's my decision f*ck wit' me
Talking about the G's and the bags that's what's up with me
12 for the O Or the watch that's what's up wit' me
Cousins on the block real deep that's what's up wit' me
Brother on my mind the little one that's what's up with me
Knockin' in the truck Know it thump that's what's up wit' me
Need a new ghost new wagon
I got the new songs We be new bagging
New drip on me I be new swaggin'
New hoes naked that's the new fashion
Talkin' bout this shit dragging in the wagon
My bitch just dropped got the new pattern
New Barack on me got the new gassy
Nigga talkin' shit never been classy
I'm rapping on this nigga can't compete with me
You niggas in the last spot compete wit' me
I'm Kobe wit' the jump shot compete wit' me
I'm all up like jump shot compete wit' me
Were on live TV here I gotta I gotta move
Thank you so much thank you thank you thank you it's good to be home thank you
On the motherf*ckin' westside
I think I'm joining on the DARKSIDE
Young nigga, I still got a lot on my mind
I don't know how to stop sign
Green light, red and green flag
It's more money make the green bag
It's more ways make the shit stack
Hits just right on that bitch ass
Put another on that bitch uh
I put another on that bitch back
You don't like the way that the nigga dropping
You don't like the way I treat my bitches proper
You don't like the way that I switch the topic
I pull up Jump shot crowd on they feet oh I'm the author
Nigga talkin' bitches Hoe nigga shot em'
Nigga talkin' shit We apeshit in the lobby
Lookin' at the bullshit I did it probably
And yeah I got the mac N' the Mac got em'
Yeah I got the bag yeah the bag got em'
And they don't need the stash cause the stash got em'
2 o's on me I got dumb tree
I'm getting money lookin' at the funds bleed
I'm getting on em Mixing out the company
Bitches And I'm lookin' at em succeed
How I got it? Got the dumb squeeze
I'm loookin' at the check I got the check please
F*ck up the bank Like withdrawal me
I'm f*ckin' up the feds like I net these
Yeah this another f*ckin' luxury
Got a vision All the hoes they want touch on me
No permission It's my decision f*ck wit' me
Talking about the G's and the bags that's what's up with me
12 for the O Or the watch that's what's up wit' me
Cousins on the block real deep that's what's up wit' me
Brother on my mind the little one that's what's up with me
Knockin' in the truck Know it thump that's what's up wit' me
Need a new ghost new wagon
I got the new songs We be new bagging
New drip on me I be new swaggin'
New hoes naked that's the new fashion
Talkin' bout this shit dragging in the wagon
My bitch just dropped got the new pattern
New Barack on me got the new gassy
Nigga talkin' shit never been classy
I'm rapping on this nigga can't compete with me
You niggas in the last spot compete wit' me
I'm Kobe wit' the jump shot compete wit' me
I'm all up like jump shot compete wit' me
Were on live TV here I gotta I gotta move
Thank you so much thank you thank you thank you it's good to be home thank you
Writer: Santana Castro
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