CuttaBoy Santana – Devil’s Alibi

CuttaBoy Santana – Devil’s Alibi Lyrics

Artist: CuttaBoy Santana
Song: Devil’s Alibi

Santana
Santino
Uh yeah
I fit the same description as the devil

Walk off alone, you can say I’m a rebel
Never forget how they crossed a lil n#gg#
Double my orders, they be copping my jiggas
They copy me n#gg#, I’m one of one

Every time I step out I get hate for something
Every time she come round she gon’ ask for something
Every time I flash out they ain’t saying nun
I carry my own, they ain’t giving me sh#t

Go hit the trap, tryna’ diamond my wrist
The f#ck out my house you ain’t tryna’ suck dick
Keep my name out your mouth I’m bout real as it get
All of them rumors ain’t hittin’ on sh#t

Get off of snap and go step in a trench
Bring yo #ss out leave him dead in a ditch
How you my op and ion know who you is
I’m on the East, I’m top three in my conference

f#ck on yo b#tch say she loving my confidence
You buy a gram, get a gar as a condiment
I’m the same n#gg#, my heart in apartments
Came a long way but I’ll cuddle a carpet

This pain in my face leave with perky’s and oxies
Might buy a range off fenny and roxies
Pockets got thin, but they look a lil stocky
Throw you a pack, I’m a black John Stockton

Talking bout murders, I’m something like Gotti
You is not heard off, don’t run with yo partner
I put my trust in my block and my carbine
I hit the Glock make him jump like he Corbin

Ha, yeah yeah
I fit the same description as the devil
Walk off alone, you can say I’m a rebel
Never forget how they crossed a lil n#gg#

Double my orders, they be copping my jiggas
They copy me n#gg#, I’m one of one
Every time I step out I get hate for something
Every time she come round she gon’ ask for something

Every time I flash out they ain’t saying nun
Carry my own, they ain’t giving me sh#t
Go hit the trap, tryna’ diamond my wrist
The f#ck out my house you ain’t tryna’ suck dick

Keep my name out your mouth I’m bout real as it get
All of them rumors ain’t hittin’ on sh#t
Get off of snap and go step in a ditch
Bring yo #ss out leave him dead in a ditch

(Unt Unt Uh) ion know who you is
Shit
Tsss ha, (I fit the same description as the devil)
I’m on the East I’m top three in my conference

f#ck on yo b#tch, say she loving my confidence
You buy a gram get a gar as a condiment
I’m the same n#gg#, my heart in apartments
Came a long way but I’ll cuddle a carpet

This pain in my face leave with perky and roxies
Might buy a range off fennies and roxies
Pockets look thin, …. really stocky
I’ll throw you a pack, I’m a black John Stockton

Talking bout murders, I’m something like Gotti
You is not heard of, don’t run with yo partner
I put my trust in my block and my carbine
Hit the Glock make him jump like he Corbin
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Release Year: 2023