Lyrics:
down when he ain't there, I know you ride with me
4 A.M I'm by myself girl would you fly for me?
Then wake up, take you shopping probably spend a lot
sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nich
Chillin' with these chick
Named Tondalea
Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her
She wasn't
tryna drive by - spin you out on your lonelys
And girl dead off your man - some phoney, but phone me - no cap - you a trophy
No cap
I'm itching to hold
The condition they blocked, the brain wants melodies constantly
Demolition for plex, the text by your mission has finesse
Running like the CPU, of an Apple Mac
Deeper than, Sunn chosen others frozen
From the explosion, my opposition
Protect my team of demolitions, full competition
Keep em drinkin Benjin
If you're heading down to Camden Town
Be sure to raise a toast
To the patron saint of the waifs and strays
To Jinny Bingham's ghost
Once she
Biting on a pen, thin glasses on
French type frames by Yves Saint Laurent
Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill
Do you got what it take for you
the talking
Never wanna listen
Till you end up missing
Snatched up by my henchmen
With a couple vixens
Pussy demolition
Running to the check
Thats the only
Had to get it by myself, because they never showed me love
Pretty bitches sing my lyrics, say they heard me at the club
She asked me if I love her,
Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
And I was a saint to you
One girl out, one girl in
That's not even how it went
When you are both sat on my moving-in gift
My name's still on the rent like
They want me to fight against PC culture
Saint be a warrior
I tell them the internet battle feels too BIG
And it's Notorious
Yo Saint, we need you
coach
Girl said I'm sexy
Next she's down on her knees
Pope in his crib
Screaming hail holy Mary
Looking like a saint
But I just robbed the bank
Never
phone.
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on point
Call up the krew, hook it up. Lata."
I hung up with X and gave
Slide
I should be by your side
By your side
If you want me to come thru
Girl you know I'm sliding by
Then I will slide by
Right by
Let me slide girl
You ain't the type of lady that's known to fuck around
Keep your mind on your money and you ain't looking to settle down
Girl, you keep it 100, 100,
you're not going far
Next time you see me I'm by the bar
I don't need you anymore
You want love, I don't see her anymore
Without me you can't breathe well
I got a overseas bae rubbing my feet, Im hitting your line by the end of the week
Maserati with the top down on ocean drive, You wildnin'
Saint
love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to you
I can't promise that I'll be good to you
'Cause I had
love, no I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to you
I can't promise that I'll be good to you
'Cause I had
pregrant
And if that ain't some shit 'cause
The girl didn't even know who the father was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked
oh my Cinderella
Me I go fly you go America
Me no go leave you for Angelina
For your matter I go fight kung fu
Girl I promise I go stand by you
You ain't the type of lady that's known to fuck around
Keep your mind on your money and you ain't looking to settle down
Girl, you keep it 100, 100,
Shout out Saint T
Shout out Damian Adams
Shout out Logan Renouf
Shout out Kael
Shout out H4
Shout out YungAJ47
Fuck the melon
Melon boy tryna come
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