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saint - dcth4g lyrics

[chorus]
ayy, ayy, yeah i got them racks in the motherf*ckin’ bank
i’ma keep doin’ sh*t i don’t care what you think
got a real bad b*tch in the crib goin’ bray
got an all black whip, i’ma redo the paint
yeah my diamonds so bright, n*ggas really gon’ faint
always prayin’ to god, n*gga, feel like a saint, yeah

[verse 1]
i’m countin’ my blessings, i don’t care ’bout these n*ggas, i’m flexin
bad b*tch in the back wanna text me
i don’t care ’bout that sh*t, get them checks n*gga
n*gga wan’ play with the gang, he get checked n*gga
big body benz and this sh*t ain’t get wrecked n*gga
step in this b*tch with them racks, they perplexed n*gga, yeah
ain’t think i would go to the top
but i rеally just did and i got me that guap
i’ma run to the top like i’m runnin’ from cops
i’ma run to thе top, n*gga, never gon’ stop
i’ma stack up this sh*t like some motherf*ckin’ blocks
me and gang, we tight like some locs
i’m up in the stu, this sh*t come off the top
i’m up in the stu, this sh*t come off the dome
i got me a bag and i bring this sh*t home
yeah, it’s just me and god, we alone
these n*ggas they snakes and the grass, it’s just grown
but i stay countin’ pape, gotta break n*ggas’ skulls
on my plate is some steak and some big bankrolls
i got three bad hoes, get ’em all in a row
yeah, my diamonds so soaked, put them all on a boat
and them b*tches so cold, i’ma get me a coat
yeah, them n*ggas gon’ sink and i’m really gon’ float
n*gga, i been humble but now i’m gon’ gloat
i’ma stack up this sh*t till my pockets, they bloat
got a bad lil’ hoe in the back, wanna blow
yeah, i hop in this b*tch goin’ fast, never slow
n*gga, say you got racks, but i know that you don’t
n*ggas mad cause they really can’t have what i own
i’ma go to the motherf*ckin’ back of my home
i just left it behind and i sat on my throne, yeah
i’m the motherf*ckin’ chosen one, b*tch, no one take that sh*t from me
n*gga act tough, but that n*gga, he bummy
countin’ that cheese, the bread, it’s crumby
we puttin’ that n*gga to bed, he slumber
look at these racks, all i’m seein’ is numbers
big*ass benz in the back like a hummer
big*big*big*ass benz in the back like a hummer
[chorus]
ayy, ayy, yeah i got them racks in the motherf*ckin’ bank
i’ma keep doin’ sh*t i don’t care what you think
got a real bad b*tch in the crib goin’ bray
got an all black whip, i’ma redo the paint
yeah my diamonds so bright, n*ggas really gon’ faint
always prayin’ to god, n*gga, feel like a saint, yeah

- dcth4g lyrics

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