Fredo Santana - Jealous
[Intro]
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[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me
I can't leave the country 'cause I'm a felon, homie
And I don't trust these niggas, they be tellin' on me
And I don't trust these bitches, they be plottin' on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch, homie
Niggas say they real, but they actin' funny
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
I don't trust these niggas, I don't trust these bitches
Drunk right now, so you know I meant it
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[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
If you know me, then you know, nigga, Chi-town like my second home
I done flew a private jet for some Harold's Chicken straight from Rome
I done bust down on a few thots, Fredo hit me on my phone
Nigga, I can't talk right now, nom-nom-nom-nom, got pussy on my tongue
I got worry on my brain, I been gone all summer
Just to fly back home and found out y'all done killed my little brother
Shit is fucked up in these streets
Why the fuck would I think about some rap beef?
Nigga, I got bigger fish to fry now
Empty out my account and I'll pay for sleep ()
Where's my bottle?
Money change and people change
And people come and people go and act estranged
I'm aggravated 'cause they hated
Confirmation for success anticipated
I could taste it, I could chase it back down with liquor
I could drown out my sorrows
But I ain't a sorry-ass nigga
Get up off your ass, make yourself a hundred racks
Bitch, get up off your ass, throw it back, back, back
Back inside my 'Bach, back in a garage that we can jack
Bitch, I love my hood, I'm strapped up, what's good?
Heard someone said ()
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me ()
I can't leave the country 'cause I'm a felon, homie
And I don't trust these niggas, they be tellin' on me
And I don't trust these bitches, they be plottin' on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch, homie
Niggas say they real, but they actin' funny
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
[Post-Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Jealous on me
Je-je-jealous on me
[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Comin' up, gotta watch who you hang with
I'm still with the same niggas I came with
On the block with the same niggas I banged with
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't know your language
I come from that very, very bottom
Now I'm gettin' money and I'm seein' stardom
My niggas savage, don't start 'em
We up them guns if it's a fuckin' problem
Money comin' in, don't have money problems
Kicked your bitch out 'cause she ain't wanna swallow
All these bitches thots, actin' like models
Fredo, I'm the king of Chicago
Got a 30 and I fill it up with hollows
Got bricks and I feel like El Chapo
I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit, bitch
Since I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (808 Mafia)
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me
I can't leave the country 'cause I'm a felon, homie
And I don't trust these niggas, they be tellin' on me
And I don't trust these bitches, they be plottin' on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch, homie
Niggas say they real, but they actin' funny
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
[Outro: Fredo Santana]
Jealous on me, jealous on me
Je-jealous on me
Jealous on me, jealous on me
Je-jealous on me
Jealous on me, jealous on me
Je-je-jealous on me
Jealous on me, jealous on me
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[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me
I can't leave the country 'cause I'm a felon, homie
And I don't trust these niggas, they be tellin' on me
And I don't trust these bitches, they be plottin' on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch, homie
Niggas say they real, but they actin' funny
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
I don't trust these niggas, I don't trust these bitches
Drunk right now, so you know I meant it
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[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
If you know me, then you know, nigga, Chi-town like my second home
I done flew a private jet for some Harold's Chicken straight from Rome
I done bust down on a few thots, Fredo hit me on my phone
Nigga, I can't talk right now, nom-nom-nom-nom, got pussy on my tongue
I got worry on my brain, I been gone all summer
Just to fly back home and found out y'all done killed my little brother
Shit is fucked up in these streets
Why the fuck would I think about some rap beef?
Nigga, I got bigger fish to fry now
Empty out my account and I'll pay for sleep ()
Where's my bottle?
Money change and people change
And people come and people go and act estranged
I'm aggravated 'cause they hated
Confirmation for success anticipated
I could taste it, I could chase it back down with liquor
I could drown out my sorrows
But I ain't a sorry-ass nigga
Get up off your ass, make yourself a hundred racks
Bitch, get up off your ass, throw it back, back, back
Back inside my 'Bach, back in a garage that we can jack
Bitch, I love my hood, I'm strapped up, what's good?
Heard someone said ()
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me ()
I can't leave the country 'cause I'm a felon, homie
And I don't trust these niggas, they be tellin' on me
And I don't trust these bitches, they be plottin' on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch, homie
Niggas say they real, but they actin' funny
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
[Post-Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Jealous on me
Je-je-jealous on me
[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Comin' up, gotta watch who you hang with
I'm still with the same niggas I came with
On the block with the same niggas I banged with
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't know your language
I come from that very, very bottom
Now I'm gettin' money and I'm seein' stardom
My niggas savage, don't start 'em
We up them guns if it's a fuckin' problem
Money comin' in, don't have money problems
Kicked your bitch out 'cause she ain't wanna swallow
All these bitches thots, actin' like models
Fredo, I'm the king of Chicago
Got a 30 and I fill it up with hollows
Got bricks and I feel like El Chapo
I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit, bitch
Since I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (808 Mafia)
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me
I can't leave the country 'cause I'm a felon, homie
And I don't trust these niggas, they be tellin' on me
And I don't trust these bitches, they be plottin' on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch, homie
Niggas say they real, but they actin' funny
These niggas changed and got jealous on me
[Outro: Fredo Santana]
Jealous on me, jealous on me
Je-jealous on me
Jealous on me, jealous on me
Je-jealous on me
Jealous on me, jealous on me
Je-je-jealous on me
Jealous on me, jealous on me
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