"Saint" lyrics
(Ha, hey, hey
Yeah
Woah, hey
Yeah- yeah)
Bitch, I'm a saint
Turn a Honda to a rave
For the pussies that'll be joking:
You don't wanna catch this fate
Babe, play, done your face
With the Christmas decorate
I don't need to be a [?]
To be sending you to space
Bitch, I'm a saint
Turn a Honda to a rave
For the pussies that'll be joking:
You don't wanna catch this fate
Babe, play, done your face
With the Christmas decorate
I don't need to be a [?]
To be sending you to space
I'm a saint, I'm feeling like that
The back chat, bitch I'll turn you to a soul's tax
Been a couple weeks off, now I'm right back
Checks, tax, think I'm stalling, no, Imma strike back
You think me stupid if you ever think I'm falling off
Stop thinking for two sec, you gon' see the progress building up
Building up like Eiffel Tower, [?] power
Easy matter- ain't about us
Stink to much, you need a shower
Busy lifestyle, motherfucker, ain't no capping me
Beat your fucking top, or fuzzy cap, but you don't lost that shit
Caught me sitting, reckoning
How much longer will it take 'fore I'll take my fucking money
I'm deserving all that shit
112, 999, 911, someone called the cops
Oh my God, what I have done
Got another beat killed, no, that ain't the only one
'Bout to bring it back to life, burning [?] at the sun
Bitch, I'm a saint
Turn a Honda to a rave
For the pussies that'll be joking:
You don't wanna catch this fate
Babe, play, done your face
With the Christmas decorate
I don't need to be a [?]
To be sending you to space
Bitch, I'm a saint
Turn a Honda to a rave
For the pussies that'll be joking:
You don't wanna catch this fate
Babe, play, done your face
With the Christmas decorate
I don't need to be a [?]
To be sending you to space
Yeah
Woah, hey
Yeah- yeah)
Bitch, I'm a saint
Turn a Honda to a rave
For the pussies that'll be joking:
You don't wanna catch this fate
Babe, play, done your face
With the Christmas decorate
I don't need to be a [?]
To be sending you to space
Bitch, I'm a saint
Turn a Honda to a rave
For the pussies that'll be joking:
You don't wanna catch this fate
Babe, play, done your face
With the Christmas decorate
I don't need to be a [?]
To be sending you to space
I'm a saint, I'm feeling like that
The back chat, bitch I'll turn you to a soul's tax
Been a couple weeks off, now I'm right back
Checks, tax, think I'm stalling, no, Imma strike back
You think me stupid if you ever think I'm falling off
Stop thinking for two sec, you gon' see the progress building up
Building up like Eiffel Tower, [?] power
Easy matter- ain't about us
Stink to much, you need a shower
Busy lifestyle, motherfucker, ain't no capping me
Beat your fucking top, or fuzzy cap, but you don't lost that shit
Caught me sitting, reckoning
How much longer will it take 'fore I'll take my fucking money
I'm deserving all that shit
112, 999, 911, someone called the cops
Oh my God, what I have done
Got another beat killed, no, that ain't the only one
'Bout to bring it back to life, burning [?] at the sun
Bitch, I'm a saint
Turn a Honda to a rave
For the pussies that'll be joking:
You don't wanna catch this fate
Babe, play, done your face
With the Christmas decorate
I don't need to be a [?]
To be sending you to space
Bitch, I'm a saint
Turn a Honda to a rave
For the pussies that'll be joking:
You don't wanna catch this fate
Babe, play, done your face
With the Christmas decorate
I don't need to be a [?]
To be sending you to space
