
Certified Fredo Santana
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[Intro: Fredo Santana]
Real street nigga over here man
Go check my background man
Fake ass street niggas man
What the fuck is going on?
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Certified in the streets you can ask around
Certified in the field never been a clown
Certified turn your town, to my town
You ain't certified pussy nigga sit your ass down
Certified pussy nigga, I'm certified
I'm certified nigga, I'm certified
When it's beef, know I'm down to ride
Pull out them choppers and it go homicide
[Bridge: Fredo Santana]
Certified nigga, I'm certified
Certified nigga, I'm certified
Certified nigga, I'm certified
Certified nigga, I'm certified
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Hundred grand in my pocket, I can't even walk
You ain't talking money, boy, I can't even talk
Talking kinda crazy get your gang knocked off
Red tape, red tape, ambulance and white chalk
Niggas say they gon' do something but really be about talk
Knowing damn well, they mother fucking soft
Your baby mama gave me top I told that bitch get lost
Walking round like a gangster but survey said that's false
Real street nigga over here man
Go check my background man
Fake ass street niggas man
What the fuck is going on?
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Certified in the streets you can ask around
Certified in the field never been a clown
Certified turn your town, to my town
You ain't certified pussy nigga sit your ass down
Certified pussy nigga, I'm certified
I'm certified nigga, I'm certified
When it's beef, know I'm down to ride
Pull out them choppers and it go homicide
[Bridge: Fredo Santana]
Certified nigga, I'm certified
Certified nigga, I'm certified
Certified nigga, I'm certified
Certified nigga, I'm certified
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Hundred grand in my pocket, I can't even walk
You ain't talking money, boy, I can't even talk
Talking kinda crazy get your gang knocked off
Red tape, red tape, ambulance and white chalk
Niggas say they gon' do something but really be about talk
Knowing damn well, they mother fucking soft
Your baby mama gave me top I told that bitch get lost
Walking round like a gangster but survey said that's false
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