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saint - cross lyrics

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i’m finna ball hard d rose
these n-ggas fake, these n-ggas they told
i put the big drip on my toes
she all in my face she won’t leave me alone
yeah i’m a saint, i’m rocking vlone
we outta sp-ce, ufo
all of this drip i control

i put a cross on my back
yeah you never get attached
yeah i got them racks
yeah i got them rack
we in the lamb, we do the dash
we doing sh-t we never look back
we chasing the sack
ain’t no cap in my rap
expensive vehicles
we count our residuals
might keep me a b-tch or two
they wanna dress and move like me
these n-ggas not me at all
im finna stack and get a new house, no doubt

you take that cap, put straight on yo head
look at the vibes logo, yeah its red
i’m with my brothers we count up the deads
i said f-ck 12 they can’t get me in the cell
if we see 12 them my n-ggas gonna bail
that love you giving, i thought it was real
i cannot help that a n-gga is rare
a n-gga is rare
i don’t care
the love that you give
these n-ggas they see me, stop and stare
got the supreme on my underwear
we throwing dubs all in the air
i guess that girl thought she was gonna stunt on me like oh really
lil b-tch you so silly (so silly, you funny)
got this ice on me i’m so chilly (so chilly, i’m stunning)
im hot like a sk!llet
my flow is so illest
i f-ck on yo mistress
i get it, i get it
lets go

i put a cross on my back
yeah you never get attached
yeah i got them racks
yeah i got them rack
we in the lamb, we do the dash
we doing sh-t we never look back
we chasing the sack
ain’t no cap in my rap
expensive vehicles
we count our residuals
might keep me a b-tch or two
they wanna dress and move like me
these n-ggas not me at all
im finna stack and get a new house, no doubt

no doubt, i knew i would figure it out
she told me pull up, i’m in route
i put the d-ck all in her mouth
i want the checks, not the clout
hop in the plane, i’m up with the clouds
racks in my jeans, i walk with a slouch
i got the gas that put you in the couch
but anyways, it’s a new day
all these chains like i’m a slave
im just getting to the money, f-ck what these b-tch n-ggas say
i’m just counting up the money, spent it all in one day
that’s yo b-tch she steady calling, better get her out my face
yeah, yeah
yeah we grinding to the top
take off like a rocket ship, we going far
now my pockets filled with knots, yeah ima ball
yeah ima ball, yeah ima ball

i put a cross on my back
yeah you never get attached
yeah i got them racks
yeah i got them rack
we in the lamb, we do the dash
we doing sh-t we never look back
we chasing the sack
ain’t no cap in my rap
expensive vehicles
we count our residuals
might keep me a b-tch or two
they wanna dress and move like me
these n-ggas not me at all
im finna stack and get a new house, no doubt



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