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lxxiv - saint freestyle lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, aye, aye, aye, yeah
aye, aye, yeah, yeah

[verse]
i just put another f+ckin’ check into the bank
blow it all on all these drugs, you cannot call me a saint
i was really out here shootin’, you can find me in the pain
i don’t never trip, nah, ’cause my sneakers never laced
put a p+ssy in his place, take the loot up out his safe
i’m real disrespectful, i’ma take the food up off his plate
[?] that sh+t in front his wife and kids, you know how it is
then i take her to the bedroom, i’m gonna need a [?], yeah
i’ma real grimy motherf+cker, lx, he don’t play
you won’t catch me out at night no more ’cause we do it broad day
[?], bro is probably fed
we gon’ kick him out the, uh
we gon’ kick him out the top spot in his head
think he better than me and you?
what he gon’ say when we shoot at the, uh?
what he gon’ say when we shoot at the roof?
[?]
think you safe? i’ma get you too
don’t lose pace, you nothin’ but food
[?] in the morning, huh
k!ll his ass by noon
seen his family in the morning, huh
i was out with the crew
shootin’ up the [?]
i was really outside with the tool
now, i’m back to the booth
freestyle sh+t, i don’t write a thing, that’s the godd+mn truth
get a pic, i’m on a move, hoe

- lxxiv lyrics

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