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Classic Santana
Classic, Uno
Chea
I'm out the whip and I got this bitch started, Ion know where I parked it
I ain't gotta go back to the field, I'm servin' this paint, I turned to an artist, yeah
Back in a foreign, the body matte black, and the inside red like a cardinal
I can just tell you right now what the price is nigga, you ain't doin' no bargainin
You already knowin, yeen havin' no money for a war, stop all that barking
All of that shit that they talkin, I don't even mind it, pop it regardless
Nigga, house sitting on my neck, at the Ritz-Carlton, turned to my office
They think One goin' crazy, whole time, my wrist just insane, Go crazy
I Patek the bezel, I bet diamond won't get close to it, It's worth more plain
I lost my brudda in the field, that shit hurt me deep, I thought I wouldn't change, yeah
Young rich nigga hoppin' out with the Rolls, umbrellas, I'm waitin' for the rain
They talkin' down bad on my name, I don't think you wanna play that close to the grave
Soon as shit pop off, niggas start changin' they mind, they charged it to the game
I got some racks, I won't hesi to spend it, little bitch bad, but she ain't worth a penny
I made a hundred thousand, chillin' in the kitchen, yeah
Came a long way from whippin, I'm in a foregin, a ghost, Chea
And the Sco, is my second home, Pockets heavy, dead pres, in my denim
I ain't worried about no niggas in the bleachers
Same nigga that hate me want a feature
Crawlin' through the south side in the creature
I done crossed over to a new region
It don't matter what they do, they can't see me
They can't fuck with me, They can't fuck with me
At all, Uno
I'm out the whip and I got this bitch started, Ion know where I parked it
I ain't gotta go back to the field, I'm servin' this paint, I turned to an artist, yeah
Back in a foreign, the body matte black, and the inside red like a cardinal
I can just tell you right now what the price is nigga, you ain't doin' no bargainin
You already knowin, yeen havin' no money for a war, stop all that barking
All of that shit that they talkin, I don't even mind it, pop it regardless
Nigga, house sitting on my neck, at the Ritz-Carlton, turned to my office