luh tyler – st. nick lyrics
[intro]
skee
yeah, n+gga, ayy
shh, shh, oh, yeah
yeah, let’s do it, uh, let’s do it
[chorus]
i been busy gettin’ to them racks, my bag look like saint nick (look like saint nick, n+gga)
yo’ lil’ b+tch gon’ f+ck just ’cause i got that sack, i swear these hoes ain’t sh+t (these hoes ain’t sh+t)
i’m chasin this cake, n+gga, i’m gettin’ to the cheese, i’m doin’ this so quick (sh+t so quick, yeah)
these n+ggas always hatin’ on me, i feel like veeze, lil’ b+tch, get off my d+ck (get off my d+ck)
these n+ggas down bad on they ass (yeah), ain’t gettin’ no cheese, i swear that sh+t ain’t it (on gang, yeah)
n+gga, i’m so p, i don’t even think you could name a bad b+tch that i ain’t hit (on god, n+gga)
i stayed on the grind
i know n+ggas ain’t believe in the kid, i still ain’t quit (i still ain’t quit, huh)
n+gga, i got too many flows and too many ho+ho+hoes just like saint nick (just like saint nick)
[verse]
on gang, n+gga
i got too many hoes, i swear, i can’t even pick (i can’t even pick)
on gang, n+gga
i got so much racks in my pocket, it can’t even fit (can’t even fit)
on gang, yeah
this n+gga broke as a joke, lil’ boy, you funny as sh+t
on gang, n+gga (huh)
don’t wanna talk on the phone if it ain’t about money and sh+t (b+tch, bye)
don’t wanna talk on the phone (yeah), n+gga, just leave me alone
b+tch, i’m in my zone
like ho, what the f+ck is you on? (my zone)
told a b+tch that i’m a dog and i just wanna bone (rrr)
i’m a dog and i just wanna bone
i don’t even need me a stylist to put that sh+t on (i’ma put that sh+t on)
i’m finna get in my zone
take a n+gga’ b+tch and i bet he still playin’ my song (haha, yeah)
i’m on a flight right now, b+tch, i’m on the way to come turn up your city (turn up your city)
n+gga ain’t gettin’ no dough, you broke as a joke, you gotta be kiddin’ (gotta be kiddin’, n+gga)
n+gga, i stay on the grind, my hoes too fine, yeah, all of them pretty (my b+tches pretty)
yeah, i got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine b+tches with me (n+gga)
[chorus]
i been busy gettin’ to them racks, my bag look like saint nick (look like saint nick, huh)
yo’ lil’ b+tch gon’ f+ck just ’cause i got that sack, i swear these hoes ain’t sh+t (these hoes ain’t sh+t, n+gga)
i’m chasin this cake, n+gga, i’m gettin’ to the cheese, i’m doin’ this so quick (sh+t so quick, n+gga)
these n+ggas always hatin’ on me, i feel like veeze, lil’ b+tch, get off my d+ck (get off my d+ck)
these n+ggas down bad on they ass (on gang), ain’t gettin’ no cheese, i swear that sh+t ain’t it (that sh+t ain’t it, n+gga)
n+gga, i’m so p, i don’t even think you could name a bad b+tch that i ain’t hit (that ain’t hit, n+gga)
i stayed on the grind (yeah)
i know n+ggas ain’t believe in the kid, i still ain’t quit (i still ain’t quit, n+gga)
n+gga, i got too many flows and too many ho+ho+hoes just like saint nick (just like saint nick, yeah)
[outro]
i been busy gettin’ to them racks, my bag look like saint nick
yo’ lil’ b+tch gon’ f+ck just ’cause i got that sack, i swear these hoes ain’t sh+t
i’m chasin this cake, n+gga, i’m gettin’ to the cheese, i’m doin’ this so quick
these n+ggas always hatin’ on me, i feel like veeze, lil’ b+tch, get off my d+ck
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