Lyrics:
left right like I'm marching
O what a day when the saints go
Don't be a fool like March end
April, aye foo
This beat banana like Ape food
My Pastor said
Hey fool
Bricks all in my cabinet
Getting money, we trappin'
Bandana on a MAC 10
Hey fool
What up though?
Smokin', watchin' my roof fold
Waistline
mental case
My blessings comes day by day
Now I'm moving from grace to grace
Say now I'm shining in the dark
See all my haters them dey frown
Nah before
sucker believing in some
Old Santa Claus shit
Man, SANTA for life fool
O come all ye faithful joyful and triumphant
Oh come ye O come ye to Bethlehem
the beat, all still riding with ya
Party by the big riders, still siding with ya
Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya
I know you're here in
She knew that is was true
He wasn't a saint
But he was a saint enough for her
He was a man,
A man of his word
The final days of summer, 1964,
come quick that's a fools game
I lost sight of the campaign
Lose it all get it back same day
Even saved some for a rainy day
Rainy days came took it all
on
Makes you feel like you belong
And you end up in his bed
You're great was all he said
Chorus:
Oh, you're nothin' but a fool
If you think that he
And like Clayton I'll point at him
And give him the 8 next you a saint
Y'all don't know what a Nickel is
So of course you see your niggas die
So once I aim
you who have ears
For Runwald's sermon calls to us all:
If you follow babblers or lend your trust to fools
By cruel whim, not love, you'll be ruled
on Pamala and Carrie
Few sips of blood bags all hell it's getting scary
Matter of moments they flippin' cherries
Redrum on the vulva
Possession by pussy
Get
[Chorus:]
Just another day, selling ice cream in the bay
And fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
thrust and shove
Spurred on into the flames
By selfless acts of love
Another fools parade
We dance into our graves
Death's shadow hanging low
Over saints
Livin is easy in saint tropez
Ain´t it a nice place to dream away
The noise and annoyance of a stressful day
Livin is easy in saint-tro-pez
Sipping
a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something funny
me acting like a saint
I need a Benzo with matte black paint
Drive it off a bridge into a lake
Where you gonna put the yellow tape
Heartless and cold
Over you, over you
Even mom and dad too
Been a saint to all of you
Now i'm having a breakthrough
Over you, all of you
Makes me wanna fight you
Sick
(If we don't believe, woah)
Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint
Give us a Judas steer we can deify
Yeah, we all pretend we're the renegades
entertained by helping enemies bleed
Let all the bodies soak in all the blood and the smoke cause they came for no pity
I bloody cut chop up they shell goes
of them sounds, don't let me down
Eyesight is a gateway to a new day and the same hate
With a new height and the same feet on a airplane yellin',
it comes in handy
I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy
But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy
Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X
it comes in handy
I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy
But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy
Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X
Oh I swear
All I ever wanted was to be somebody
My reefer cloudy, lost to each assignment
Making beats and rhyming so proceed to find me
My
your mind, break your heart, leave you blind
A fool for love watching out for a secret sign
Everyone loved the princess of this town
All the saints
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