Lyrics:
a saint (I'm a saint)
1 Corinthians Chapter 1
Paul calls one of the worst churches
In the New Testament saints
Not because of man's choosing
But clearly
Come down!
Sean Paul (Sean Paul)
Number One (Rahzel)
Champion (Sean Paul)
Sean Paul (number one)
Rahzel (champion)
Number One (number one)
turning heads, when I enter the club
I'm Gucci this Fendi that, I'm all of the above
[Paul Wall]
When it comes to jewelry, I'm like T.J. Ford
Cause my
Baby...
Coco chanel
(Coco chanel)
Dolce e gabbana
(Dolce e gabbana)
Yves saint laurent
(Yves saint laurent)
Balenciaga
(Balenciaga)
Jean-paul
spotlight, gotta get em stretchered off
Too much zen you got the flim then I should feed you halls
Bar bearing he Barbarian he like Peter Paul
Let me switch it
with a ball of chain
A barbarian on paper
Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer
Allahu Akbar
A battling rap god slash bar maker
Bar Mitzvah glass jaw
I’m bout to make my whole city hot
I’m from the burbs but you know I still rep my block
They put that bread on my head put that on my watch
I had
don't mean the club
I'm talking 'bout my crib, mama, I'm trying to fuck
It's cash money baby, it's young money, bitch
Now you can swallow that or you
know what im saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, [yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we
But I gotta catch em all so I keep em on they toes
I've been getting bread so let's go and have a toast
I ain't never been impressed by your itty bitty
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
don't mean the club
I'm talking 'bout my crib, mama, I'm trying to fuck
It's cash money baby, it's young money, bitch
Now you can swallow that or you
my bread a bitch
Delivering these shots calling me st paul
He murking some hbs that shit was his downfall
If i don’t have my blicky imma have some
when I'm in the club I be back in the far
In the VIP part and buyin' the bar (buyin' the bar)
DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust
You leave your
when I'm in the club I be back in the far
In the VIP part and buyin' the bar (buyin' the bar)
DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust
You leave your
[Talking - Paul Wall]
Aww, that hoe gangsta......Live from the GRITIRON
It's the people's champ..Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I gotta, do what I do
teethin on mic dicks
When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga!"
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
'Who is these
and see
We overcome Satan through the transubstantiation
Whether I come as ChasadYah or B-Twist
They both look up to John Paul of The Eucharist
Which is
hennessey, my clothes smell like weed
Atl & tennessee, I'm right up the street
In the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe
Sean paul said we gon'
to fess up
Red cup
Club goin home with me
Red cup
Pouring out the bottle in a
Red cup
Red cup
Red cup
Party all night need a red cup
Know you lookin
you
I put this shit on check my feet
These niggas so weak
Bitch on me
I have bread
Push up on me
Diamonds all on my face
Hoes in my face
Get out my face
Featherhead heathens, teethin' on mic dicks
When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga"
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
to toe Yves Saint Laurent
I did not come to play with you (At all)
Don't give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it)
I'm drinkin' it right out the pitcher
that’s Lightson
She wants to dance the whole night
In a club I’m with my friends though
Really see me ballin’
Like some Spaulding like I’m Chris Paul
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