Sleepin' In An Mansion Lyrics - Singles - Fredo Santana

Pourin' up in traffic in that foreign 

I don't want ya bitch man she boring 

All white coke like it's snowing 

Yeah I'm in my glory, see me glowing 

Brand new chopper and his hands up 

Hollow tip bullets got him dancin' 

Came along way from a kitchen 

Now a nigga sleepin' in a mansion 

Came a long way from gang banging on the block 

Robbin' niggas with that Tommy on dummy 

Now I got a couple trap houses, couple pent houses 

Couple AKs, a lot of bitches, a lot of money 

(A couple [?] shots make 'em fall back 

Two Nines strapped up ready for combat 

Finesse you out your brick so don't call back 

You ready for a war make sure [?] that) 

I don't want your bitch man she too basic 

Yea, I'm gettin' money like I'm Caucasian 

See I don't fuck with niggas, man, they too fugazy 

Savage Squad Records man, we too crazy 

Woke up like I'm superman 

30k up in my pocket, gun up in my hand 

Coke so white that it need a tan 

Coke so white it's with the Ku Klux Klan 

Owe me money, you don't pay off what you have 

I kill 'em for your Fredo that's what your shooters said 

That's what my Rugers said 

Kill a nigga then go laugh about it then I pop a 'Zan 

Pull up smokin' kush, sippin' on this fuckin' high tech 

Posted up with the game on this fuckin' squad shit 

Fredo trap ain't doin' numbers man I call that nonsense 

Rerockin' remixin' just to get a profit 

Squad 

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