Verse - Santana lyrics

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Verse - Santana lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: Deo] You see I met santana She bad pa** Tony Montana She two faced Hannah montana She's curved and yellow like Fanta See she feeling cool, but I'm posher She's driving Chevrolet then I Porsche her Then I pull her back and I bust her Oooo santana Santana Oooo Santana [Verse 1: Solstice] She like lazio, she's gotten Klose She know who I be and she know that I buzz her She do me I do her like trade by barter And she in Ferragamo and different types of bata I'm her alpha and she could do better I control her, make her shift when I enter She always agree like a concord And she open and close like a cupboard I get her pa**ing out so I'm barca She know I will share, it's in my arsenal Wear her waist like bandana Take her out of this world like Nasa She ask me the question, I give her the answer She riding in the benz, I just want to outcla** her I dey playwright, that's why I got the acts Santana had the looks, that's why I got her marked [Hook] [Verse 2: IC] Santana This girl yeah she like me When we together I can make it lively When we together yeah Baby just Komole You know this is how we rolling here Where do you wanna go, baby I've been there Yeah, I've seen there When we step in the club, the girls say I heard Skr's in the building I ain't the type that keeps using you I'm the type yeah, I keep confusing you I'm the type, I be satisfying you Hey babe, you looking too sweet Now tell me now who you wanna be with These day I've been trying to see you Hey babe you can stay with me, Santana [Hook] [Verse 3: Pyro] She said her name was Santana Really didn't care, just wanted to bust her Stepped into the club and she gave me her number Saying that men you ball pa** Maradona Pyro balls too hard like testes There ain't no contest they know who the best be Santana got more curves than Blackberry And I defend her, John Terry Stacking papers taller than Yao Ming Girls be tripping when they hear the boy sing She want to be my queen cause I am the rap king My rhymes like j**ellery, they make your earring Spit my heart out on sixteen bars She said I got everything like Spar Her favorite spot, the back seat of my car I'm not in the sky but you looking at a star [Hook] [Hook]