Lyrics:
now
Gangstas make the girls go wild
.38s on the reds vonny tank
Black and gold, breeze through like a New Orleans Saint
Dm your bitch, think I
don't give a fuck about
What others call the satan
Truth comes, racin' by, fuck with all the saints
You ain't one, tell a lie, just another fake
I ain't
you tonight
This is a song about a priest called Bishop Nicholas
He was the very first Father Christmas
Made him a saint because of his kindness
Underground saints raising cups
Won't shut up about the truth
While you just sit in your control room
No one can shut us down
The underground saints are here
Rodeo
Written By: Jessica Clarke
Intro:
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da dada da dada da da
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da
collecting evidence
Of one remarkable storm
How wild it was to find it, finally feel the climate
Instead of only staying dry and warm
Rain on us, Saint
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
cause they know von winning
Smell like wild saint laurent I turn her on wit it
Throw a bape hoodie on I feel like saucin it
Started bumping my songs she
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
Make you lose your mind
You can run,
but you know you can't hide
are you a Saint or a Sinner inside?
I will,
Take you by your soul,
Make you lose
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
When the night is getting closer
And you got no one by your side
It’s like the world falls down on you
And there’s nowhere you can hide
You feel
I’m very truthful when I’m bussin’
Get my point across and minimal cussin’
(You know the deal)
Been lookin' like a wild boy
But I’m really
did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tale of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie and more like
about all day
You da one that I think about always
You are the one, the one, the one
You are the one, so I make sure I'll behave
My love is your love,
it's too late
And every time you move, I fantasize
We all have known each other
For a little while, baby
I want to talk about it
But every time I look
it up I'm motivated by the chatter keep running the subs
And I do it for my girls who stay rising above you gotta show them how you do it
Thick, slim
right
Wild wild promises
Wild wild promises
Wild wild promises
Wild wild promises
I trust my intuition
Hum
I’m one of a kind just like you
At least
"Yes" "My styles is wild"
"Our fills is all about skills"
"I get wild"
"Yes" "My styles is wild"
"Our fills is all about skills"
"I get wild
What y'all drankin' on?
What you want? What you need?
What you havin'?What will it be?
All we need is Hennessy
Then a Sprite, squeeze a twist
all pitted how you
Reacting wild
I know I'm cherished
By many hated by plenty
You could blame the
Vibrations the dentist of
The family I keep them
decided to reach out anyway
I know we didn't spend too much time together so I wanted to catch you up on a few Things
For starters, I go by Saint and I've
bite we bite we bite
We'll kill you on fight night fight night fight night
Get the racks till we die
We about to fuck shit up
Yung saint get it
wild days
Wild days, wild days
I guess you never know just when your time might come
You know we didn’t think about it much
Back then when we were young
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