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Jace Iayze - Cant Fold Pt 3 Mashup Lyrics

[Intro 1: Babysantana]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah

[Chorus 1: Babysantana]
I kick her out tell her bye, bye
She eat me up like some Popeyes
With my numbers feel like Nine9
Stay with my shooters stay with my guys
And i was always on the sideline
Now I'm with the gang scoring 9 nines
A-And my new shorty 5'5
And, i can't do no daps or no high fives
I-imma hit you on my iPhone
Tana you a next up I know
She crazy for me Psycho
Got shooters everywhere that I go
And i see yall wind up like a cyclone
4500 hunnid block that's my home
She want mе to come to her crib so we can еnd the night off on a high note

[Verse 1: BabySantana]
We gon' slime em' out (Blatt)
My shooter make you watch yo' mouth
H-he-he on the net talkin "Rara" so we finna' go see what this young boy about
And im feelin Reckless like Nana
I let my choppa spray and that ain't no doubt
And he be talkin out his mouth just for clout
Pull out my Glock and my bullets make em' shout
My money weigh a' whole lotta weight
My IG poppin probably cause these lil' boys gay
I feel like Uzi diamonds all on my face
Can't go to the streets I am not no disgrace
And BOA close when we run in chase
The ATM spitting out blue faces
And you really trippin go and tie up yo' laces
They be like "Santana boy you goin' places" (Yeah)
[Intro 2: Iayze]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Benjicold why you so icy?

[Chorus 2: Iayze]
Baby you got me on pills again
This shit starting to feel real again
I just popped a xan, finna' pop again
I roll with that shit again
They forgot who ran this shit, again
I hop on that beat and put my heart in this shit
I act like a dog with your lil' bitch

[Verse 2: Iayze]
I know I hate that lil' hoe
No, I don't care how it go
Why you gotta' pocket watch, touch yo [?]
No baby girl I ain't no pocket watcher, no I can't fold
Go go, go go, go go, go go, go go

[Chorus 3: Babysantana]
I kick her out tell her bye, bye
She eat me up like some Popeyes
With my numbers feel like Nine9
Stay with my shooters stay with my guys
And i was always on the sideline
Now I'm with the gang scoring 9 nines
A-And my new shorty 5'5
And, i can't do no daps or no high fives
I-imma hit you on my iPhone
Tana you a next up I know
She crazy for me Psycho
Got shooters everywhere that I go
And i see yall wind up like a cyclone
4500 hunnid block that's my home
She want me to come to her crib so we can end the night off on a high note
[Outro]
Baby you got me on pills again
This shit starting to feel real again
I just popped a xan, finna' pop again
I roll with that shit again
They forgot who ran this shit, again
I hop on that beat and put my heart in this shit
I act like a dog with yo lil'-
I, imma hit you with my iPhone
Take you a next step I know
She crazy for me Psycho
Got shooters everywhere that I go
[?] like a cycle
[?] block that's my home
She want me to come to her crib so we can end the night off on a high note