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cash, i just want my bag, and these hoes around me they be throwin up some ass, i just wanna smash, i just want yo ass (yo ass) , this ain’t no dinner

The Saints

The Beatles

Beatles Bop: Hamburg Days

2001

number, 
Oh when my lord calls me home again. 

Oh when the saints go marching in, 
When the saints go marching in 
I tell you something I'm gonna be

New Patek

Lil Uzi Vert

New Patek

2018

on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is

Yeah I could tell
But when I was down, you weren't there to help
Now I'm by myself, uuuh
I'm in my zone baby
I'm in my zone baby
I'm in my zone
Leave me

If I'm a Saint but the license say Christoph
I don't want ya name anyway it got me pissed off
I miss Grandma all them cross words and criss cross

(Some more)
Persian rugs on the floor im hittin her kitten
Think i need an intermission (Man stop playing, go saint) (Woah)
Ok let me get to spitting then

you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison

I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me

Truth comes, racin' by, fuck with all the saints
You ain't one, tell a lie, just another fake (Yeah)

Truth comes, racin' by, fuck with all

forever ever strive

To tell you all my story as the saint
Picture perfect canvas that I'm gonna paint
And what I've been dealing with, you gotta feel my

the patience, oh no
You see me and act like you don't care, like you don't care
But every time I look I catch you in a stair, oh I got you
I can tell by the way

the hope
You might be with me some day
I'm not a saint
You couldn't count my mistakes
I couldn't hold you to the fire
to ease my regrets
Should I light

Saint Teresa of Avila

Nanci Griffith

Blue Roses from the Moons

1997

Tell me things I need to know.
How we loved your patron child,
We say, so long, and so long ago.
Saint Teresa, can you speak to me at all?
Ah, from

I'll tell you what I really want (Tell ya tell ya tell ya)
Armani, Gucci, Saint Laurent (Gucci Saint Laurent)
Coca with no cuts 
Buying louie off

She want saint laurent huh
Yves Saint laurent

If i pull up with some hi beams tell em beam me up
I was on the west side serving fiends with the lunch

Let's take some Moon Rock
Down by the beach babe
She wanna woosah
I wanna escape
What you servin'? Give me a taste
Blessin' that hoe like she a saint

on an 8th
Chilling in the studio I'll take it to the face
Tell me if you can relate
She's asking all these questions I feel like I'm on The Chase
Did you do

that bitch, and it ain't no asking why they all on my tip
'Cause I get them Benjamins and Jacksons and they all in my grip
Tell me who you know could

Why are you so silent today?
Are you not feeling well?
Ohh! Nothing like that
I have been cursed, that's why I am like this.
What...? Curse...?
Tell me

front
Tell me what you want, what you do after work (work)
Do you go home, hit tha gym or do some dirt (dirt)
Un-tuck ya shirt (shirt) - I ainttryna judge

Drop Dead

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

'point-o-view!

Evil prince:
Sho' nuff! um-hmm! yeah! you a wise ol' mammy! where you fum, 'rijnlyy?

Thing-fish:
Why...uh...saint loomis!

Evil prince:
Goddam! I

calculate how far I'm sunk
By torpedo love and dreary junk
By torpedo love and dreary junk

Hagiography, I'm no saint, me, I'm no saint, me
Hagiography, I

saint Laurent yea
She want the bag yea
Thats what she want yea
She want the bag yea
Thats what she want yea
She tell me what she want she know that I be

a lot of people changing right before my eyes
Tell me that you got me, but I know it's all lies
So, when it goes down there ain't not tears in my eyes
I

knowin' us
Who's down to catch me
When I'm falling on the floor, yeah
Apparently I'm not the saint they thought I was
Holdin' onto reality, getting to know