Search results for 'demolition girl by the saints' Page #63

I know you're green of me
Sitting back and taking in the scenery

I got nothing to fear
'Cause I'm the only icon up in here
I'm top tier
My girl eat

Yk I’m growing with all my
Pains 
S/o to logic you know he a saint 
Nothin in my pockets but go check the bank 
We flexin silence and keep me a k,
But

shaking 
She twerking for that cash
Whole lotta ass 
Like when she throw it back

I’m the wrong one to f*ck wit
I never been a saint
Welcome to da bank

Strategecally
Magically 
Yea im comin for yo girl romantically

9 strong deer 
And they know how to steer
We dissapear
Into the clouds
Passing by Mount Rainier

like Cena next to Stevie 
Guaranteed that you can't see me ,
These girls says they love me, they just really love achievement 
So when they say they love

gettin' fucked over by they homies on the daily
cnd nobody believed I could do it, but Bailey
cnd Christopher McMillan call me the greatest
Saint Laurent

girl in a red dress.


[Chorus]
We often sit together in the night.
Death has one move left.
I have none.
But
Wine runs in the blood of the tiger and me.

might've been
If only you had been an honest man

And girls can break your heart too,
When they hug you from the back
Without letting you see the knife

High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded

High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded

him in my arms (in my arms)

Hi (hi)
We're your Weather Girls (uh-huh)
And have we got holiday news for you (you better listen)
This is an open

hurts babe this can't be right like
Them gold hoes got cash app
That Venmo that scratch back
She said 1 in 5 girls pay for college
By sex acts
Girl sold

the plan right now

[Verse 2: J DropDead]

Yup Dropdead, I’m the man
Slay
Back by popular demand
Hey
3 girls hop in my sedan
Great
All 3 under my command

not my girl, man, I told her (Yeah)
These niggas don't know the difference
Between me and Slump

Hah, bitch, I'm Dakota, yeah
I'm so sorry for the hold

but that girl with the ponytail she roll with the dark horse
and I deserve it, all my life I worked hard for
them other cats aint going in
that sh-t is

tank
Im from Atlanta, Georgia...we ain't fucking with the Saints
I'm lifting paper trails these niggas out here lifting weights
I'm getting fetty, she

like a sinus, a Christian, a saint
Blessed by The Most High
Who give and Who take
And I know this, I bow down and
Give Him some thanks
I'm a sinner, He

seems
I was a Joseph eighth-grader 'cross the street from Tremé
Whilin' out, I bailed when I was just about fifteen
Six-baller feet girl where

was walking up high on the bluff
followed by a saint bernard
she said she couldn't see me when i cried out
but she didn't seem to try that hard
oh kind

to haunt
Girl I can get you what you want
Got to let me know but we can hit up Saint Laurent
Hide all my feelings and I be acting nonchalant
Always asking

Paris

The Bacon Brothers

Can't Complain

Written by Kevin Bacon
Strings written and arranged by Michael Bacon

"A guide book for the paranoid." KB

I'm in Paris, won't be here long
But after

three times in a row (in a row)
I'm a hustler, I stay on the go (stay on the go)
Baby girl, come with me on the road (on the road)
Been fuckin' for

yeah)
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Now tonight's the night I'm gon' change the world
And party with the hottest girls
I'm looking for a model chick
About

my life
And girl it's not this shit
Never on the right path, always the first to fall back
Was tought to be kind, but with girls I fall flat
If she