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five saints - bitch lyrics

[intro: e-92]
this is e-92, repping the five saints
five saints clique pimping these hoes
i get it like ferrets

[hook: the etherealist & full steele jacket] [x2]
five saints, n64 on the track
that’s five ways to f-ck your b-tch in her b-tch -ss
she get low in the back when we ride slow
that’s five d-cks in your mother-f-cking mouth, ho

[verse 1: the etherealist]
that’s five d-cks in your mother-f-cking d-mn b-tch
that’s five d-cks in your mother-f-cking grand-kids
jokes, dawg; i ain’t f-cking with no children
this time around, i’m only here for your women
i see this fine–ss b-tch up at the d-mn bar
walk up to her, yo and see if i can slam her hard
nah, for reals, like i turn my f-cking swag on
like: (ey, ey, ey girl, what’s, what’s your name?)
(yo, this ether. this ether on the beat right here, this ether)
so many b-tches tryin’a eat my d-mn d-ck, i swear to god man, i need a f-cking beating stick
wiling on these hoes while i beat their d-mn guts up, back of the club, tryin’a eat my d-mn nuts up
you f-cking p-ssies wish that you could be ether
b-tch l!cks my -ss while i eat a d-mn pizza
and all these b-tches know they gotta suck my d if they wanna make it in the f-cking industry
‘motd’ tatted on my back. b-tch on my lap, ’bout to gag on my cack
you f-cking ballers wanna make it in this biz?
take a leaf from your b-tch: bend over for my fist

[hook]

[verse 2: full steele jacket]
(ewan is the worst hype-man ever)
hey, it’s the full steele jacket, back again
yo, go ask your b-tch if she’s got a friend
no, i don’t wanna f-cking date her
go, b-tch, l!ck my b-lls; i’m the penetrator
hey, b-tches be crazy; there ain’t no doubt
yo, so fickle, they’re making me crazy now
no, b-tch, this is your ultimatum
go, there’s a long–ss queue who want me to slay them

[verse 3: dj quicket bat] [freestyle]
catch of the day in every single way. i’m c-mming in your -ss, i’m c-mming cause you’re g-y
i really love it, f-cking me with a [incomprehensible]
kawaii on the streets, sempai on the sheets. oh yeah, you’ll never suck this d-ck
oh yeah, everybody suck my d-ck, everybody suck my d-ck, everybody suck my d-ck
crimean generals. don’t even know what i’m talking about. everything i say
i’m f-cking about, i’m f-cking about. ah, every single b-tch in this club, i’m singing about
ah, i’ve seen her every day. always with her [incomprehensible]
oh yeah, smell like perfume but my perfume’s even better

[hook]

[outro: the etherealist]
yeah, that’s five ways to f-ck a d-mn b-tch
now get out, ‘less you wanna see me beat my d-ck

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