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saint rose - raise the bar lyrics

[hook]
catch me with that foreign broad
ridin’ in that foreign car
f+ck with me, i’ll take it far
stompin’ on yo f+ckin’ yard
trappin’ scammin’, it ain’t hard
we’ll pull yo f+ckin’ card
all my diamonds up to par
i’m the one that raised the bar

[verse 1 + saint rose]
b+tch, i ain’t done yet
barely havin’ fun yet
she sucked like sloppy seconds
told that b+tch that i ain’t cum yet
i’ve got these n+ggas upset
sick up to they stomach
i would buy you flowers but
ion got no love left
i’m shinin’ hoe
walkin’ like i’m blinded tho
smokin’ on that gas, with that strap
like what you eyein’ for
what the f+ck you tryin’ for
all yo n+ggas dyin’ bro
yo b+tch be aggressive when we f+ck
i think i like it tho
yeah, yeah, i pull her hair
got some news, pull up a chair
all my n+ggas dogs, beware
we gon’ be some billionaires
dirty money, ion care
throw them racks up in the air
you ain’t throw none, why you scared
oh, because you broke as h+ll
honestly, i don’t see no one stoppin’ me
why do these n+ggas copy me
probably ’cause i’ma prodigy
n+gga, check my discography
feel like i won the lottery
all of my n+ggas obsolete
n+gga, ain’t no one toppin’ me
[hook]
catch me with that foreign broad
ridin’ in that foreign car
f+ck with me, i’ll take it far
stompin’ on yo f+ckin’ yard
trappin’ scammin’, it ain’t hard
we’ll pull yo f+ckin’ card
all my diamonds up to par
i’m the one that raised the bar

[verse 2 + zombie jor]
you can catch me wit the deadz yeah
seeing red yeah
stomach full of f+cking meds yeah
dodgin feds yeah
i ain’t never been a f+ck n+gga and i’m not starting
i a f+ck a alt b+tch right up out her doc martens
qps for the zip, gettin in some hot bargains
i got heads on the flip, call me favre i’m shot calling
i a have a b+tch cheat all on her n+gga like a scantron
do her p+ssy dirty and murderer, buju banton
dead wrong, that’s me, gotta lotta problems
headstrong, at, not tryna talk about em
red thong, lemme see, i bet i rock her out em
said song, take off onna n+gga rocket power
b+tch wanna taste of the z, imma give her dat
imma hang on to receipt, imma give her back
i’m the one that raised up the bar, b+tch remember dat
imma fill da cup up wit par, give my liver dat
im dead fourever and 4 to the burial
right to the morgue where the cult gonna carry em
if he bleed some kinda red i ain’t scared of em
im inna league of my own dont compare to dem
huh huh huh huh
hennessey over bacardi
sniffing the blood off the body
baptizing me and da shawty
n+ggas should know that they not about to touch em
call me ermac how i f+ckin uppercut em
nasty ass b+tch wanna f+ck me in my dungeon
after allat n+gga you can m+th+f+ckin
[hook]
catch me with that foreign broad
ridin’ in that foreign car
f+ck with me, i’ll take it far
stompin’ on yo f+ckin’ yard
trappin’ scammin’, it ain’t hard
we’ll pull yo f+ckin’ card
all my diamonds up to par
i’m the one that raised the bar

- saint rose lyrics

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