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Hunna

Hunna (also called Huna and Huva, birth unknown, d. 679), was born in Alsace in eastern France. Hunna is the patron of laundresses; her feast day is April 15. She was canonized by Pope Leo X in 1520. Not much is known about her, but she was the daughter of a duke and born into "a privileged life". She married Huno of Hunnaweyer, a nobleman and aristocrat. They had one son. Her family was influenced by the former bishop and hermit Saint Deodatus of Nevers, who inspired her to serve her poor neighbors. In addition to caring for her family, home, and estate while her husband traveled for political and diplomatic reasons, she spent her time in prayer and visited her neighbors daily, caring for the sick and providing them with religious instruction, cooking, clean… more »

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Don't need a nigga to drip me down in designer
I'd rather him introduce me to other things
That are rarer and finer
I could put myself in the diamonds
Cut the lights off, still find me

We gotta go to destinations
Got me drinking spirits
While flying private

Said where my bosses at
Where my niggas throwing money in the club
And the ballers who sending bottles to the section
Where my bad bitches at
Women who gone get they money regardless

I like to live life upper echelon
We eating a la carte
With white cloth at the restaurants
Barefoot on heated floors
Walking round my place of residence
Smelling like Baccarat
As I'm walking in Yves Saint Laurant

We sip champagne while we shop
Lemme get another glass
And honey no I will not cop
If I can't cop it again

Met a bad bitch named Mercedes
And she was pushin' a Benz
And her lil friend name was Paris
But she was not over in France

They got they bag though
I love a women with cash flow
Like, yeah I got it from daddy
But I ain't gotta go in his stash though

First I make it, spend it, make it back
Me and the money be playing tag
I'm it
Still save and make investments
Got my own bag

Where my bosses at
Where my niggas throwing money in the club
And the ballers who sending bottles to the section
Where my bad bitches at
Women who gone get they money regardless

Said where my bosses at
Where my niggas throwing money in the club
And the ballers who sending bottles to the section
Where my bad bitches at
Women who gone get they money regardless

They say time waits for no man
I must be time
Like the hands on the clock
I go forward, I don't rewind
Don't want eenie, meanie, minie moe
Ain't no Franklins I gotta go
And yeah the whip been started 'fore I walked to the door

They see me out and they be startled
Like they just seen a ghost
My haters are dearly departed
I ain't seeing them hoes

Cause all I'm seeing bread
Lately I have been on a roll
Like niggas funny like Martin
With pockets stupid like Cole

Take me to places I ain't ever been
Gotta pronounce it to spell it when I go to type it in
Comma, comma, comma like seeing that punctuation mark
Independent, but love when he put me in my spot

Where my bosses at
Where my niggas throwing money in the club
And the ballers who sending bottles to the section
Where my bad bitches at
Women who gone get they money regardless

Said where my bosses at
Where my niggas throwing money in the club
And the ballers who sending bottles to the section
Where my bad bitches at
Women who gone get they money regardless

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