ytmp3 - sainté lyrics
(saint)
and he died at 20 years old
caught a body, this sh*t getting old
remember them days? yeah, we getting old
i can’t fold, gotta flex my control
shooting scotty, got range on the pole
you ain’t touching us, your reach too low
see the numbers—they come and they go
i don’t gotta trap, but you move, we blow
got ice on my chain from excursions
he ain’t with us, that b*tch like flirting
i make money by selling my wording
heard him talk, now we move and we lurking
i ain’t dissing, but the time is urgent
you a f*g, looking like a sea urchin
talk ‘bout money, but you got no cursive
you ain’t nothing to a f*cking kernal
takе the diss back, get the cash fast
i’m a mothеrf***ing hero
remember them days eating cheerios?
now they cheer for me, ’cause i got zeros
she gon’ f*ck my hair up, we gon’ f*cking tear up
i can’t even lie, i i don’t make sh*t up
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