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Fredo Santana

Double Up

 

Double Up

(альбом: Walking Legend - 2014)


[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Smoking so much God damn weed cause my nerves bad
Looking like the God damn police? I ain't gone serve your ass
Sipping on the double cup, yeah, that purple splash
Nigga thinking boxing me? Shit I'm a pop his ass
Finessing, jugg, double up, get my money up
Finessing, jugg, double up, get my money up
Finessing, jugg, double up, get my money up

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Mary Jane, Mary Jane, Mary Jane
God damn, I love smoking Mary Jane
In the trap house whipping cocaine
I love all my bitches ain't got no man
I turn your T-Shirt red boy
I put them killers on your head boy
One phone call and you dead boy
Shit, I put that on my dead boy
Money talk and I talk that
I look like money when I walk past
War time, let's spark fire
You don't wanna cross paths
Cross me then [?] down
Real street nigga, no cosign
Got a bad bitch on my Facetime
Talking 'bout giving me face time
Smoking on this Kush weed
And I got this shit from Cali
Toting on this 30
Don't need no suckers around me

[Hook: Fredo Santana]

[Verse 2: Gino Marley]
Finessing, jugg, double up, get my money up
I'm trapping, what's good, big bank rolls my money out
All my traps [?] hot as fuck but Marley just don't give a fuck
Double up, break it down, bag it up
Trunk loads, I be cramming 'em
In my trunk, grams in 'em
And Nike bags with cash in 'em
And since I'm Gino Marley off my name, I be taxing 'em
High speeds chasing down the E-Way I just laugh at 'em
All my pockets, cash in 'em
And all my thots, ass on 'em
Talking work nigga? Then you know I spend my last on 'em
[?] up, nigga, then you know I take [?] from him
Gotta get your money up or get the fuck away from us
And if we ain't grow up with you nigga, ain't no shaking up
I been a hood nigga, guess that's just the way they raise me up
Young trap nigga, from sun down till it's coming up
Double up, double up, double up
Turn one to a couple 'em
Double up, double up, double up
Finnessing shit, my money up

[Hook: Fredo Santana]

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