Juelz Santana - Drake Voice lyrics

[Intro] I got j**els just like Santana I got j**els just like Santana I got j**els just like Santana I got j**els just like Santana I got j**els just like Santana [Hook] Feel like Juelz Santana Leg hangin’ out the Phantom Feel like Juelz Santana Leg hangin’ out the Phantom Feel like Juelz Santana Leg hangin’ out the Phantom Feel like Juelz Santana Leg hangin’ out the Phantom [Verse] I feel like Juelz Santana Leg hanging out the Phantom Oh wait, who the f** I think I’m fooling I just feel like my damn self Caught you lil [?] Drake Voice, make that my anthem I’m Hype Williams with a handheld Bobby Brown with a handscale Y’all n***as on a treadmill Just runnin’ at a stand still I’m that motherf**ing n***a homie, that’s just something that I can’t help All these s**er MC’s, that’s just something that I can’t feel Was I with your b**h last night, that’s just something that I can’t tell Gotta f** with n***as doing better Can’t f** with n***as doing lesser All these fake n***as doing extra Til you put them underneath some pressure It’s like n***as in a rat race, they tryna see who can tell the fastest Tell ’em n***as go that way, that or they momma picking out caskets I done gave so much help out n***as don’t appreciate sh** So it’s time to help myself out These n***as always gon’ forget It’s 2017 n***a everbody giddy up, all bets took Triple double on these n***as every night got me feeling like Westbrook Got the basics on ’em like a textbook Getting to the money, smoking best kush I ain’t worried ’bout none of you n***as I’m just worried ’bout how my checks look My new b**h she the baddest so I ain’t worried ’bout how my ex look But I’ve seen a picture of that b**h and she got that [?] All these f**ing Twitter threats, you gon’ k** this you gon’ injure that Like the police ain’t got the internet Man, real n***as ain’t into that When it’s real n***a we getting into that No chitter chat, we come through Hate sh** you still talking, we spinning back getting rid of that n***as better chill, life cheap on the block Where we from we see a lot n***as get popped tryna be who they not n***as don’t know how to dress No stylist I be all kinda fresh I’m a big fiend for Aumary jeans cause they fit good and the pockets stretch Big wad and the small tool on me, yeah n***a that’s my pocket wrench Leap frog, I hopped the fence Like you ain’t got no f**ing common sense And I’ma start busting on your a** like I ain’t got no f**ing kinda sense Aw man, they ain’t ready for me Aw man, they ain’t ready for me Probably got your b**h somewhere bu*t naked ’bout to get ready for me Had to cut a lot of n***as off but I realize they was never for me You tryna get that right now paper, I’m tryna get that forever money Just a n***a with a attitude, tryna get that Jerry Heller money I’m ruthless in the booth b**h Ice on, lights on, I’m too lit Car, cool whip and the roof lift Forgiatos offset it Bowlegged how the coupe sit Here that boy go stunting again, yeah I’m back on my bullsh** [Hook] Feel like Juelz Santana Leg hangin’ out the Phantom Feel like Juelz Santana Leg hangin’ out the Phantom Feel like Juelz Santana Leg hangin’ out the Phantom Feel like Juelz Santana Leg hangin’ out the Phantom Feel like Juelz Santana Leg hangin’ out the Phantom Feel like Juelz Santana Leg hangin’ out the Phantom Feel like Juelz Santana Leg hangin’ out the Phantom Feel like Juelz Santana Leg hangin’ out the Phantom