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• Artiste: Fashawn
• Titre: Hola Santiago
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I used to play the cornerstore market, Now I play no corner in the marker Call the coroner I sent 4 about that lock and I hit you and the Foreign door apartment, leave nothing buy y’all corpses on the carpet I strike it, got the arsenal of a arsinist and narcissist Hardly concerned what these other artists is This ain’t a rap, it’s a biography Yeah, copy written case they copy me S dot laver, the f top player Respect I hater, left eye greatest Angel with a bag and reeing this heylow When another tax bracket, your majesty getting yayo Say bro, tell these pussy niggas lay low Fuego, that’s how you feel when that ak blow Yeah, just for playing with my pesos, paragraph Picture perfect I paint them like playdough Twice back, you can call me mister potato Strong stacks, I move them blocks like legos [Hook] Hola santiago, singing, hola santiago Nah, I ain’t playing grabs cannon and I aim it Give it something strictly for the gangster They hollering out, hola santiago, they hollering out, hola santiago I used to have dreams of bagging up rnb bitch Now I’m thinking victoria’s secret, something foreign I can creep with Fore the streets of california, fuck the week and Monday morning I’ll ignore it, the adore is at the segment Which means that I’m on my troubles To all these niggas and all these hoes I got my friends and I got me foes, Bank account, not enough O’s, too much weed in my lungs New tags on my clothes, 4 clip to my chopper Why would he come close? Fuck around and be ghost, Just for running round in that coast West bound, tek round, for shit of sound of that toast Praise give to the most, but still I bragging that boss And it’s bare gang over erything, I live and die for that oath They say hola santiago, while I’m smoking my guano El chapo, sipping mohitos off capo You ain’t bout getting deneros, get out the way low Only real niggas on my payroll [Hook] Hola santiago, singing, hola santiago Nah, I ain’t playing grabs cannon and I aim it Give it something strictly for the gangster They hollering out, hola santiago, they hollering out, hola santiago.