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Saint
by Gian Camp
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All this ice made you so cold
But that will never save your soul
I've been on ten, pour the drank
And I guess I'll put the bag in the bank
I just, I just put a rack in the safe
She be treating me like a saint
You deserve a slap in the face
Line em all up with the fakes
Came through with my team and we bust down
I just laugh when they flex and I'm up now
They like who the hell is that, never slack
Hold me back cause I'm bound to bring em all down
Put me on the track and I'll kill it, ah
Got em all in their feelings, ah
Never chilling, ah
Right back to the winning, ah
Midas touch, don't you rush me
Shawty hush, I'm gon make your girl blush
I think that she loves me
All this ice made you so cold
But that will never save your soul
I've been on ten, pour the drank
And I guess I'll put the bag in the bank
I just, I just put a rack in the safe
She be treating me like a saint
You deserve a slap in the face
Line em all up with the fakes
I just put a rack in the safe
She be treating me like a saint
You deserve a slap in the face
Line em all up with the fakes
All this ice made you so cold
But that will never save your soul
I've been on ten, pour the drank
And I guess I'll put the bag in the bank
I just, I just put a rack in the safe
She be treating me like a saint
You deserve a slap in the face
Line em all up with the fakes
Came through with my team and we bust down
I just laugh when they flex and I'm up now
They like who the hell is that, never slack
Hold me back cause I'm bound to bring em all down
Put me on the track and I'll kill it, ah
Got em all in their feelings, ah
Never chilling, ah
Right back to the winning, ah
Midas touch, don't you rush me
Shawty hush, I'm gon make your girl blush
I think that she loves me
All this ice made you so cold
But that will never save your soul
I've been on ten, pour the drank
And I guess I'll put the bag in the bank
I just, I just put a rack in the safe
She be treating me like a saint
You deserve a slap in the face
Line em all up with the fakes
I just put a rack in the safe
She be treating me like a saint
You deserve a slap in the face
Line em all up with the fakes
