Lyrics:
you up and put you under Christmas tree
Saint Nick could send me riches beyond eyes could tell
But I'd still probably ask for your heart as well
Cause
Broke boy
I got the cash flow
You come up I click fast forward
No features I'm an asshole
YSL on me Saint Laurent
YSL YSL
Did it by myself
Did it by
mothafuckin mouth, u could neva tell a pussy nigga nuthin (but, but, but)
I ain’t get help 4rm u, or u, or u, u can’t tell me nuthin (not at all)
I was on tha
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
Wings of angels tears of saints
Prayers and promises won't bring you back
Come to me in dreams again
Wings of angels tears of saints
I lost you
I know this road ends
But hopefully this road sends me to cleanse me of my sins
And tell me where I've been, that I was lost
But now I'm found, I tell
when I came in
Will somebody help me
Tell them God is the only one who can judge me
How can you save me
When you cannot save yourself
You ain't no saint
you lil' whore, gang shit, bitch
I'm just a nigga
Still escapin' my feelings
I rather call you a friend
This shit some thing that got me mad
It
Hey God-Tell me what the hell is going on,
Seems like all the good shits gone
It keep on getting harder hanging on
Hey God, there's nights you know I
near the pool getting kissed by the sun
Late night when we go walk, she tells me I'm the one
Yeah you know that time flies
So I gotta have some fun
I don't work for nobody I just work for me
If you need you some work I can serve you a P
Had to weigh a peeezy up
Hop back on the elevator baby we
Go saint
Go fritz
Come on jab
I cant let fake niggas win
I cut off some family, cut off some friends
Talk to me nice to begin
Just let me proceed
or that saint Laurent?
She be acting all mad, like I ain't the one
I can tell that love me, she just playing dumb
Roll it over, let me bruk your waist (bruk
Damn, I might have to go to war with these niggas.
They on some bullshit talkin’ bout, “oh but we was cool before”
Nigga, you ain’t even fuck with me
'm a saint (Like a saint)
Don't pretend like I care what you think (Ahh)
I be too fucked up from sippin' on drank mmm
Tell that boy I'm everything he ain't
Yeah
I keep runnin' up the bankroll, the bankroll
Purple on me look like saints row, it's saints row
I think this life what I'm made for, I'm made
surrounded by smiles
Can only imagine the fun,
Feel the love
Once we get going, there's no stopping
Turn me up, let get it poppin
Jingle rock all the way,
We
knots
So you know what he sell
I ask me for money
He give me some hunnids
And tell me don't waste it on nails
My new boo name might
Start with a A
He play
it out of my vest
Death by designer the worse
I'm dressing her up the best
She asking me what am I worth
What you mean what are you worth, like what
haters watch me skate imma show you demonstrate
Shake the world earthquake i ain't never been a saint
I'm sorry for the wait one day i'll be great
I ain't
with me my don
I'm a' take them out 1 by 1
Take them 1 by 1
I'm a' take them 1 by 1
I'm a' take them out 1 by 1
And I won't tolerate the beef
You ain't
back
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
Gwine to pin maself close to his side
If ah flag his train, I
Vladivostok, got every side by Jerry Lee
But for accidents of disorder that guy could well be me
I want everybody to know this, I want everyone to hear
summer
Surrounded by our friends and loving kin
I will buy the ring just like you showed me
You can wear it till the saints go marching in
Lots of poor
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