Lyrics Drake Voice - Juelz Santana
I
got
jewels
just
like
Santana
I
got
jewels
just
like
Santana
I
got
jewels
just
like
Santana
I
got
jewels
just
like
Santana
I
got
jewels
just
like
Santana
Feel
like
Juelz
Santana
Leg
hangin'
out
the
Phantom
Feel
like
Juelz
Santana
Leg
hangin'
out
the
Phantom
Feel
like
Juelz
Santana
Leg
hangin'
out
the
Phantom
Feel
like
Juelz
Santana
Leg
hangin'
out
the
Phantom
I
feel
like
Juelz
Santana
Leg
hanging
out
the
Phantom
Oh
wait,
who
the
fuck
I
think
I'm
fooling
I
just
feel
like
my
damn
self
Call
Jahlil
up
Told
'em
sample
Drake
Voice,
make
that
my
anthem
I'm
Hype
Williams
with
a
handheld
Bobby
Brown
with
a
handscale
Y'all
niggas
on
a
treadmill
Just
runnin'
at
a
stand
still
I'm
that
motherfucking
nigga
homie,
That's
just
something
that
I
can't
help
All
these
sucker
MC's,
that's
just
something
that
I
can't
feel
Was
I
with
your
bitch
last
night,
That's
just
something
that
I
can't
tell
Gotta
fuck
with
niggas
doing
better
Can't
fuck
with
niggas
doing
lesser
All
these
fake
niggas
doing
extra
'Til
you
put
them
underneath
some
pressure
It's
like
niggas
in
a
rat
race,
They
tryna
see
who
can
tell
the
fastest
Tell
'em
niggas
go
that
way,
that
or
they
momma
picking
out
caskets
I
done
gave
so
much
help
out
Niggas
don't
appreciate
shit
So
it's
time
to
help
myself
out
These
niggas
always
gon'
forget
It's
2017
nigga
everbody
giddy
up,
all
bets
took
Triple
double
on
these
niggas
every
Night
got
me
feeling
like
Westbrook
Got
the
basics
on
'em
like
a
textbook
Getting
to
the
money,
smoking
best
kush
I
ain't
worried
'bout
none
of
you
niggas
I'm
just
worried
'bout
how
my
checks
look
My
new
bitch
she
the
baddest
so
I
ain't
worried
'bout
how
my
ex
look
But
I've
seen
a
picture
of
that
bitch
And
she
got
that
"my
life's
a
mess"
look
All
these
fucking
Twitter
threats,
You
gon'
kill
this
you
gon'
injure
that
Like
the
police
ain't
got
the
internet
Man,
real
niggas
ain't
into
that
When
it's
real
nigga
we
getting
into
that
No
chitter
chat,
we
come
through
Hate
shit
you
still
talking,
we
spinning
back
getting
rid
of
that
Niggas
better
chill,
life
cheap
on
the
block
Where
we
from
we
see
a
lot
Niggas
get
popped
tryna
be
who
they
not
Niggas
don't
know
how
to
dress
No
stylist
I
be
all
kinda
fresh
I'm
a
big
fiend
for
Amaury
jeans
Cause
they
fit
good
and
the
pockets
stretch
Big
wad
and
the
small
tool
on
me,
yeah
nigga
that's
my
pocket
wrench
Leap
frog,
I
hopped
the
fence
Like
you
ain't
got
no
fucking
common
sense
And
I'ma
start
busting
on
your
ass
Like
I
ain't
got
no
fucking
kinda
sense
Aw
man,
they
ain't
ready
for
me
Aw
man,
they
ain't
ready
for
me
Probably
got
your
bitch
somewhere
butt
naked
'bout
to
get
ready
for
me
Had
to
cut
a
lot
of
niggas
off
but
I
realize
they
was
never
for
me
You
tryna
get
that
right
now
paper,
I'm
tryna
get
that
forever
money
Just
a
nigga
with
a
attitude,
tryna
get
that
Jerry
Heller
money
I'm
ruthless
in
the
booth
bitch
Ice
on,
lights
on,
I'm
too
lit
Car,
cool
whip
and
the
roof
lift
Forgiatos
offset
it
Bowlegged
how
the
coupe
sit
Here
that
boy
go
stunting
again,
yeah
I'm
back
on
my
bullshit
Feel
like
Juelz
Santana
Leg
hangin'
out
the
Phantom
Feel
like
Juelz
Santana
Leg
hangin'
out
the
Phantom
Feel
like
Juelz
Santana
Leg
hangin'
out
the
Phantom
Feel
like
Juelz
Santana
Leg
hangin'
out
the
Phantom
Feel
like
Juelz
Santana
Leg
hangin'
out
the
Phantom
Feel
like
Juelz
Santana
Leg
hangin'
out
the
Phantom
Feel
like
Juelz
Santana
Leg
hangin'
out
the
Phantom
Feel
like
Juelz
Santana
Leg
hangin'
out
the
Phantom
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