GRAND SENORA
Boombox Saints
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Started off with margaritas, now we selling features Got the groupie bitches singing, jumpin' out the fucking bleachers Fake women, gold diggers suckin' blood like some leeches Study too hard in school but they sure as hell ain't teach this How to come up out the street shit Early morning grind, get off of your knees shit Fightin' so hard don't know how to breathe shit I want it all but still question do I need it, listen Most of y'all still perpetually in debt with me Allegedly ahead of me but you can't stop my destiny Especially when Hennessey can't drown out all the jealousy Collectin' fees, steadily, buildin' up my legacy Backstabbin' these rhymes like a motherfucker OJ Servin' up the cadence like a side dish and entrée Penny jumpin' on the beat, call me Hardaway Fuckin' done need me a getaway Out here ridin', the boys are always clickin' Always slidin', cause these hoes is trickin' Roll a blunt, know the shell is stickin' Feel the vibe, you gonna come alive Spot a dime, and she got the time Sippin' fine wine while she delve into my mind Askin' what I wanna find and if I even got the time So I cherish every rhyme but kill the beat like a crime Maybe take it as a sign and put my heart in every line But I'm feelin' way too sweet, don't know what to say Got these hoes all on my meat Bitches tried to rob me but the Js still on my feet Saints on the track so you know we gonna kill the beat Still always at the crib, still always with the shit Real villain in this bitch, ain't never gonna switch Steady makin' money flip, prayin' Imma make it rich Y'all fake, killin' this shit and doin' it my way All day, chillin' in my castle sippin' chardonnay Step off of me, can't stand it when these fuckers try to talk to me I'm awfully anti-social when it comes to messin' with me thoughtlessly Resurrect it, not what's commonly expected cause it's hectic When it's catchin' flame to the damn thing Still whippin' in the Civic but I must admit The lack of hoes just goes to show that I don't even f*ck with this Tetragrammaton, bitch I'm on, Yahweh Not a believer but as I lay you down I'll pray, amen To the sky your soul may fly but your body stuck in the dirt As I pull up in my hearse, hop out and show you the universe We in this bitch, you know we killin' it Spittin' this shit in your face, we know you feelin' it Everybody wanna know how we always rippin' it Never tell a fuckboy the secret to this killin' shit Couple of drinks droppin' as the people's heads boppin' Don't know if there's any stopping, the saints that are boomboxin' Now I feel real toxic, drinkin' up a concoction Of my favorite cheap vodka, Sunny D and Kamchatka Feelin' like a star shopper, kinda thirsty no water Mama raised a real rocker, yeah you know a show stopper Walkin' in a whole opera, Kodak bitches no flockin' From Columbus not Compton
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Written by: Hunter Moore, Jackson Turley, Johnny Baldwin, Riley Knudsen
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