SANTAROSA / Take It From Me Lyrics

I think the devil on his way this evening

Cause boy you fucking tripping

Oh no you fucking kidding

I think it's time you did yo time, so get them clocks some digits

You running out lil Nigga

And you can't it take it with you

Remember everything you ever seen and paint that picture

Those ain't exotic fixtures

They made yo pockets thinner

But made her body thicker

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Bad bitch out from Decatur

In Dallas finna fuck The A up

(In Dallas finna fuck the a up)

(Bad bitch out here she from Decatur)

I think the devil on his way this evening

Cause you ain't fucking hear me

I thought you'd paint the city

I thought you fucking risk it

And cap off both them bitches

Cause they keep playing with you

Back then they didn't get you

And you'd still take a missle

So how bout this let's play roulette with nun but glocks and pistols

Full clip gon' pop some pimples

We had real thoughts to kill you

And fuck them family pictures

And fuck that family mixture

This shit couldn't get no realer

Don't call our mama neither

I think the devil on his way this evening

The twist he fucking sent me

Cause boy you just don't listen

This bitch don't fucking get it

I'm not the one pretending

Grew up in apartment buildings

Yo shit could fit mine it

That's just yo fucking kitchen

Two parents just to mention

New jays, Jamaican trippin'

I gotta be specific

Moved out when I was kidding

I couldn't go back nigga

I had to make here

Y'all both had nets to slip

Bro slipped and die out there

(Bro Slipped and died out there)

I think the devils on his way this evening

I think the devils on his way this evening

Cause boy you fucking tripping

Oh no you fucking kidding

I think it's time you did yo time and get them clocks some digits

You running out lil Nigga

And you can't it take it with you

Remember everything you ever seen and paint that picture

Those ain't exotic fixtures

They made yo pockets thinner

But made her body thicker

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Bob Marley rolling papers

Bad bitch out from Decatur

In Dallas finna fuck The A up I

Like who gon' take it from me

Hopped off the porch right when the trap house was vacant but jumping

Torn into different pieces and thinking how was when it wasn't

Too old to master peace but young enough to hide the hoping

To many people hold some doubt I had to cut my bloodthren

You niggas make me sick

I been with twin plotting and scheming bout to take some risk

Shoutout to shorty you don't hold me down it's fuck a bitch

And every day it's any way you gotta make some Mitch

I count my paper up

I roll myself blunt

To high to give a fuck

Come here hoe be my slut

You say you getting drunk

Then call ya sisters up

Like who gon' take it from me

Hopped off the porch right when the trap house was vacant but jumping

Torn into different and thinking how was when it wasn't

Too old to master peace but young enough to hide the hoping

To many people count me out so I won't count when bussing

These niggas act like when no movement don't mean shit in motion

Can't put it past em when you quiet they make loud assumptions

I got this g inside my jeans but hit real bloods to gun em

How I'm supposed to tell my dawg bout brody overdosing

Got out that water won't go back til everything been flooded

I put that pressure on that bitch and now she bout to rupture

Clean off that gunk but all funk done made it out of the gutter

Like who gon' take it from me

Hopped off the porch right when the trap house was vacant but jumping

Torn into different and thinking how was when it wasn't

Too old to master peace but young enough to hide the hoping

I puff some gas it's for drive just music and smoking

I ask she wanna slide I hit to the vibe

Relax and clear my mind it's getting me by

I see you going dine, it give me a rise

So don't act terrified

That shit is on my side

My bro tote .40 cal on a 30 Glock

That shit so automatic

Skip out on body chalk

And ain't no getting caught

We still scream fuck the laws

I hang yo picture up

I hate obituaries

This shit been scary

Like Don man do you hear me

Washingtons no Kerry

My life ain't ordinary

Like who gon' take it from me

Hopped off the porch right when the trap house was vacant but jumping

Torn into different and thinking how was when it wasn't

Too old to master peace but young enough to hide the hoping

I puff some gas it's for drive just music and smoking

I ask she wanna slide I hit to the vibe

Relax and clear my mind it's getting me by

I see you going dine, it give me a rise

So don't act terrified

That shit is on my side