Fredo Santana - Jealous lyrics

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Hook:

These niggas changed, they 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 telling on me

And I don’t trust these bitches, they be plotting on me

Everybody ain’t real, you gotta watch homie

Niggas say they real, but they acting funny

These niggas changed and got jealous on me.

[Kendrick Lamar:]

I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t trust these bitches

Drunk right now, so you know I meant it

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 striahgt from Rome

I don’t bust down on a few thots, Fredo hit me on my phone

“Nigga I can’t talk right now, got pussy on my tongue”

I got worry on my brain, I been gone all summer

Just to fly 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 on 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 can taste it

I can 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.

Hook:

These niggas changed, they 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 telling on me

And I don’t trust these bitches, they be plotting on me

Everybody ain’t real, you gotta watch homie

Niggas say they real, but they acting funny

These niggas changed and got jealous on me.

[Fredo Santana:]

Coming up, gotta watch who you hang with

I’m still with the same niggas I came with

One the block with the same niggas I banged with

If you ain’t talking money I don’t know your language

I come from that very very bottom

Now I’m getting money and I’m seeing stardom

My niggas savage, don’t start ‘em

We up them guns, if it’s a fucking problem

Money coing in, don’t have money problems

Kicked your bitch out cause she ain’t wanna swallow

All these bitches thots, acting like models

Fredo, I’m the king of Chicago

Gotta .30 and I fill it up with hallows

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.

Hook:

These niggas changed, they 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 telling on me

And I don’t trust these bitches, they be plotting on me

Everybody ain’t real, you gotta watch homie

Niggas say they real, but they acting funny

These niggas changed and got jealous on me.