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saint chris - maruchan lyrics

[hook]
styrofoam
noodles in my cup
tryna’ flip a dub
see him looking up
i don’t f-ck with “us”
only repping one
i don’t need the love
rising with the sun

[verse 1]
if you love me, scream my name
i be chilling, looking out the window
cup is filled with rain
b-tches screaming, “wow, wow,” when the team go on a raid
got the homies in the backseat
808’s no heartbeat
liquor on the car seat
got some, j’s on my feet
money, f-ck a tv screen
i don’t f-ck with smokey, setting fire to the trees
blowing leaves
i got purple in my drink, she got purple on her knees
b-tch, please
let me tell you what i see
savage mr. miyagi
might just hit you with the senzu bean
sipping lean, but standin straight
pull up like skrrr, leave you at the gate
know i’m pulling weight
got my city on my back, i just might need a cane

[bridge]
everybody want to talk a lot of sh-t, but they ain’t doing none
everybody taking shots, but they ain’t hittin none
ain’t n-body gonna stop me, that’s a hit and run
city squad, we hit you up like it’s a

[hook]
styrofoam, noodles in my cup
tryna’ roll a dub
you see him looking up
no, i don’t f-ck with “us”
i’m only reppin one
no, i don’t need the love
i’m riding with the sun

[verse 2]
black on black on black, my closet looking like some ninja clothes
ice on ice on ice, my wallet looking like a freezer burn
b-tch, you need to wait your turn
new bad chick at every turn
got so f-cking focused, like i’m watching all my bridges burn
swear to god you homies lonely
old news all y’all acting kony
got a new girl from the city, chomping on that edamami
i can’t get them off me
got them acting sloppy
never sleep on me, i think you need some coffee
don’t you wrong me
rolling up, like a j
oh my god, can’t get away
on my grind like every day
saint chris hear you talking sh-t, you better pray
never let them spray
i ain’t got no mitt, no i can’t catch a case
pitcher, though, you catching hands
took your b-tch and made her dance
always with the squad, we staying fed

[outro]
styrofoam cup
noodles in my blood
tryna’ flip a dub
got my eyes open wide, anybody actin sus
got my head held high, always looking up
yaah, yaah, yaah, saint chris

- saint chris lyrics

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