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and take your girl

I am feeling so exposed
Grab the wheel before I lose control
Road to mils paved with aztec gold
And a pornstar waiting by the fucking

by myself (by myself)
Kickin' shit, no kick flip, by myself (myself, what?)
Smokin' on a big zip by myself (by myself)
Ooh, ooh, chain on, Lil Flip

Saint Kyrt - Chucky
Ex girl wanna suck me, her dude want to cut me
And my star want to bust me, and the pastor want my money
I don’t have no friends,

The truth is that you ruthless and I swear you gotta man scheming
The way you move that body girl, gotcha ya man feenin
Pinch me if I'm dreaming
I see you by

When I get to Warwick Avenue
Meet me by the entrance of the tube
We can talk things over a little a while
Promise me you won't step out of line

[Verse

low-key, Nike and some Saint Laurent 

Oh lord, they need saving
I've been waiting for this so long 
I could dis you, I can end you on this whole song 
My

Said I drive her nuts by the way that I dangle
Said I hit her spot cuz I hit the right angle
1st Team All-Scheme
Learned to finagle
Leave a hole in

reckless
So I send a kiss up
To my saints
I did it by my lone
So fuck what these suckers keep saying
I'm swerving in that fucking coupe
I almost spilled my

Oh, it feels good
to ride down memory lane
 
The kind of girl who'd be turning heads
When she goes walking by
You know the type that will make you

shooters MIA
I got Gucci around my waste
Bought a draco just to fade

I'm a saint
You bitch-made
You can see me in LA
With girl by my side
With the prettiest

shelves filled with bones
I find beauty in death
And most things I adore
Are treated with disrespect

Since i was a little girl
I've been intrigued by

'cause you're playing with fire
Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And your father'd be there with her
If he only could
But

Drop [Dirty]

Ying Yang Twins

17 Again [Music from the Motion Picture]

2009

"Bitch come here"
Pullin' on a momma like, "Bitch come here"

I'm Santa Claus, didn't you hear?
Tell Johnny Saint Dick what you want this year
And we

Christmas cheer to all good little girls and boys

An' Santa Claus says
'On, Dasher 'n' Dancer 'n' Prancer 'n' Vixen 'n' Comet 'n' Cupid
'n' Donner 'n'

outta sight
Gun on my waist, I feel like Yul Brynner
I turn a saint to a God fearin sinner
Patience is wearin and it's gettin thinner
Came out the mud

Yeh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeh
Told her come on, yeah
I'm loving your tone
I bought her that Yves Saint Laurent, she rocking that Fenty for when I get home
She hate

Oh yea yea yea

Saint kamikaze 

It’s dope supa boy yea



You from the east side or the west girl

Or from the north side or the south side girl

Me

Just as much you
As much as everyone around me
I can't help it, oh, oh oh

Like late night
Don't think I'll ever be saint-like
But you're still

Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy

give it time you'll see
I'll give you everything
We'll ball so hard
Girl, we'll forget about the score
I Saint Laurent my damsel
She got a fist full

gone on
In a world so full of sadness and strain
Christmas joy feels like a long-needed ring

Saw a little girl light her wish to Saint Nick
Reminded me

confessions from behind a wall
Belated truth, that priest knows all
Penances and rosaries
Little ladies counting bead by bead
Oh, Catholic girls, Catholic girls

Sex & drugs or rock n' roll
Sex & drugs or rock n' roll

I think my body
Is trying to tell me
Girl you've gotta stop
It's not I'm gonna be a saint
But

to blow up like I'm a demolition
Man
Who got the ambition
Kam
Who's here on a mission
Kam
Who's goin the distance
Kam
Damn right, I'm doin it by myself