SANTO (UP) Lyrics

It's Only The Kunda

What's The WiFi

You Connected

Let's check the temperature

check the ice, fuck

Outchea,

Me and the team, what you mean

I check, your mans is not out here

Three man, move like Big 3

Playing for keeps, and its cheap

My shorty mixed with Tennessee, laugh at me, oh please

Who got more cheese than me? Let's see

Messi. Hat-trick. Sikes

It's Ronaldo ting its 3-peat

She get on her knees and she see me

Texting me, I can't see it.

Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty

The way that she's suckin' me

I can't even see the entrance

All of my opps, they mad,

Cause you know we game, we spinning

Santo,

Run that

I said it again, I ain't done

Glocks, beams.

If I get an addy, I'm spinning' right back

KaKa number 8, in the midfield, two strikers in front of me

4, 3, 3. That's the formation comin' we really don't play

This life, don't be one,

Gamblin' all your assets

She gon' fuck me, cause she know I own all the assets

I'm tweaking right now

They ain't no way they gon tweak with devil

Too dark, I wonder how I shine like a star

Spinners & strikers, it's all the same

Tasmanian devil, when we spin again

Bend it like Beckham, Brodie a devil.

What do you need

Spinners & strikers, it's all the same

Tasmanian devil, when we spin again

Bend it like Beckham, Brodie a devil.

What do you need

Yo bro

Put your sit up

Look around, where's my heater

Angelina, she a Latina

She get on her knees, but she know I don't need her

Same time, I ain't sayin' I don't need her

In the backseat, move with the Nina

Dance on me, I like a ballerina

Cinderella, but I ain't to the theater

Cinderella, but I ain't to the theater

Cinderella, but I ain't to the theater

Demons on me, but they get to the spinnin'

Cinderella, but I ain't to the theater

Zombies that I get to the spinnin'

Cinderella, but I ain't to the theater

What you mean?

What you need?

Eye for eye

[Eye for eye]

Brodie wild one

[Brodie wild one]

Only The Kunda we touch your soul

[Only The Kunda we touch your soul]