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Tall
Free Santana
Yeah
Would you ride for me?
Would you pull a fuckin strap and let fly for me?
If the cops pull us over take a charge for me?
And if you really with a nigga would you die for me?
Yeah
I a'int never had a lot of options had to go and get this shit on my own
I a'int never had a lot of options had to go and get this shit on my own
I a'int never had a lot of options
I a'int never had a lot of options
I a'int never had a lot of options had to go and get this shit on my own
Young tall
Bitch i been the man
Gwalla on me
I don't need a rubber band
Hit the club
You know i spent a couple bands
Godamn fuck around and get it right back
I been dragged and insulted and made a fool of in public
I was smoking with Sala and dropping ashes of chronic
I a'int never need a stylist boy my swagg is retarded
Your bitch she say am the shit on god that's word to the toilet
And i don see a lot of niggas fold
Searching for that gold
Bitch am bold i don't fear a soul
Focused on that goal
A'int nobody gon tell you how to get rich
Gotta grind hard
Put your time in
Get your mind right
I'ma need cash
Fuck a limelight
Would you ride with me?
Put 2 grams up in a backwood take a flight with me?
And when it all falls down start afresh with me?
Chase a check with me
That's if your down with me
Yeah
Free Santana
Yeah
Would you ride for me?
Would you pull a fuckin strap and let fly for me?
If the cops pull us over take a charge for me?
And if you really with a nigga would you die for me?
Yeah
I a'int never had a lot of options had to go and get this shit on my own
I a'int never had a lot of options had to go and get this shit on my own
I a'int never had a lot of options
I a'int never had a lot of options
I a'int never had a lot of options had to go and get this shit on my own
Young tall
Bitch i been the man
Gwalla on me
I don't need a rubber band
Hit the club
You know i spent a couple bands
Godamn fuck around and get it right back
I been dragged and insulted and made a fool of in public
I was smoking with Sala and dropping ashes of chronic
I a'int never need a stylist boy my swagg is retarded
Your bitch she say am the shit on god that's word to the toilet
And i don see a lot of niggas fold
Searching for that gold
Bitch am bold i don't fear a soul
Focused on that goal
A'int nobody gon tell you how to get rich
Gotta grind hard
Put your time in
Get your mind right
I'ma need cash
Fuck a limelight
Would you ride with me?
Put 2 grams up in a backwood take a flight with me?
And when it all falls down start afresh with me?
Chase a check with me
That's if your down with me
Yeah
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Writer(s): Paul Ana
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