Santorini Greece

Lyrics

Sometimes I be wanting to say "fuck the world!"
 I don't give a fuck!
 Shoot it out with all you bitches
 Bitches don't love me
 Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga
 Everywhere you go bitches throwing rocks nigga
 Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini
 Seen a Cuban kilo I was 15
 Dealing yayo never had my teeth cleaned
 Restricted license but I'm so divisive
 I know the snipers and I flow the nicest
 Fresher than Groovy Lou at a Coogi shoot
 A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots
 The bank account done caught the holy ghost
 I say the bank account done caught the holy ghost
 Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks
 Eight days of Christmas, every day a newer gift
 I'm Michael Jackson to the rich niggas
 That leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippers
 Suicide, or rather crucified
 I prophesize your whole crew demise
 Mutulu wife reside in Cuba nigga
 Shoot you, let you bleed out, it's how they do it nigga
 ♪
 
 Huh! Huh!
 These niggas don't believe in God
 From this very moment, you should believe in God
 Half of my niggas headed to Attica
 Either trafficking or destined to be a janitor
 Diabetes rampant in my blood line
 That why fat boy be happy to see the sunshine
 I'm here for results baby let's cut to chase
 Sticky fingers and paper
 D.A. will drop the case
 Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with 'em
 2 seaters for all the soldiers who running with 'em
 Ask 100 women, yeah they wanna hit 'em
 I be half awake and still be running in 'em
 Two new liter sprite to get me through the night
 Bowling alley in the basement but we still shooting dice
 Rich forever, killa take my old advice
 Better yet, take my old bitches and mold 'em right
 And if I want her back I come and take her back
 Santorini Greece, I put it on the map
 ♪
 Some points you niggas gotta be grateful
 ♪
 Mutulu Shakur
 I know your dreads touching the floor nigga
 We in the last days, these racist agendas
 Blatant double standards because I'm a nigga
 Jesse Jackson on them people payroll (fuck him)
 When you black, lips chapped cause the game cold
 I'm giving niggas jobs when I sing songs
 White man love me when I get my bling on
 But you hate me buying real estate in foreign land
 Respect my genius, all my people Portishead
 Room full of cloaks and they count votes
 Million man march and I'm taking notes
 Made it to the top, you thought they saw a ghost
 Facing tax evasion, niggas sell they soul
 So selling dope was the path we chose
 And now it's boats in the Bel-Air rows
 Rich niggas in the set and stone
 Neck rocky, Sylvester Stallone
 See me in Capris or them Andes
 Santorini, Greece with a dime piece
 My money long, you know I'm out your reach
 Only fat nigga jogging on the beach
 Versace underwear but see the ass crack
 Oblivious to how rapid my cash stack
 I'm a pistol toter, fuck I'm voting for? (fuck 'em)
 If I could, I'd drop a bomb, let's take em all to war (fuck 'em)
 My favorite shorty out of Baltimore (yeah)
 Every Chanel you know I bought it for her (I got that)
 All the arguments she never called the law
 I was never home but hid the money in the walls
 Constant visits from the A.T.F
 So I copped some cribs in the ATL
 Martha Stewart decorated both
 Snoop Dogg donated the smoke
 ♪
 This Chinese arithmetic, and it all add up
 It all add up
 Big Dog, Big Boss
 ♪
 Huh! Huh!
 
 Sometimes I be wanting to say "fuck the world!"
 I don't give a fuck!
 Shoot it out with all you bitches
 Bitches don't love me
 Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga
 Everywhere you go bitches throwing rocks nigga
 Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini
 Seen a Cuban kilo I was 15
 Dealing yayo never had my teeth cleaned
 Restricted license but I'm so divisive
 I know the snipers and I flow the nicest
 Fresher than Groovy Lou at a Coogi shoot
 A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots
 The bank account done caught the holy ghost
 I say the bank account done caught the holy ghost
 Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks
 Eight days of Christmas, every day a newer gift
 I'm Michael Jackson to the rich niggas
 That leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippers
 Suicide, or rather crucified
 I prophesize your whole crew demise
 Mutulu wife reside in Cuba nigga
 Shoot you, let you bleed out, it's how they do it nigga
 ♪
 
 Huh! Huh!
 These niggas don't believe in God
 From this very moment, you should believe in God
 Half of my niggas headed to Attica
 Either trafficking or destined to be a janitor
 Diabetes rampant in my blood line
 That why fat boy be happy to see the sunshine
 I'm here for results baby let's cut to chase
 Sticky fingers and paper
 D.A. will drop the case
 Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with 'em
 2 seaters for all the soldiers who running with 'em
 Ask 100 women, yeah they wanna hit 'em
 I be half awake and still be running in 'em
 Two new liter sprite to get me through the night
 Bowling alley in the basement but we still shooting dice
 Rich forever, killa take my old advice
 Better yet, take my old bitches and mold 'em right
 And if I want her back I come and take her back
 Santorini Greece, I put it on the map
 ♪
 Some points you niggas gotta be grateful
 ♪
 Mutulu Shakur
 I know your dreads touching the floor nigga
 We in the last days, these racist agendas
 Blatant double standards because I'm a nigga
 Jesse Jackson on them people payroll (fuck him)
 When you black, lips chapped cause the game cold
 I'm giving niggas jobs when I sing songs
 White man love me when I get my bling on
 But you hate me buying real estate in foreign land
 Respect my genius, all my people Portishead
 Room full of cloaks and they count votes
 Million man march and I'm taking notes
 Made it to the top, you thought they saw a ghost
 Facing tax evasion, niggas sell they soul
 So selling dope was the path we chose
 And now it's boats in the Bel-Air rows
 Rich niggas in the set and stone
 Neck rocky, Sylvester Stallone
 See me in Capris or them Andes
 Santorini, Greece with a dime piece
 My money long, you know I'm out your reach
 Only fat nigga jogging on the beach
 Versace underwear but see the ass crack
 Oblivious to how rapid my cash stack
 I'm a pistol toter, fuck I'm voting for? (fuck 'em)
 If I could, I'd drop a bomb, let's take em all to war (fuck 'em)
 My favorite shorty out of Baltimore (yeah)
 Every Chanel you know I bought it for her (I got that)
 All the arguments she never called the law
 I was never home but hid the money in the walls
 Constant visits from the A.T.F
 So I copped some cribs in the ATL
 Martha Stewart decorated both
 Snoop Dogg donated the smoke
 ♪
 This Chinese arithmetic, and it all add up
 It all add up
 Big Dog, Big Boss
 ♪
 Huh! Huh!
 

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Song Details

Duration
05:32
Key
4
Tempo
107 BPM

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