Drake Voice Lyrics - Juelz Santana

[Intro] 

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 

[Hook] 

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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[Verse] 

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 

Caught you lil [?] 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 [?] 

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 Aumary 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 

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[Hook] 

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