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slatt - saint lyrics

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[verse 1]
hundred round, hundred round in his face
imma shoot him in his leg, blood all on the place
last b+tch that done went f+cked with me, he went done got tazed
last b+tch gone suck my d+ck cuz she wanna taste
yeah that boy wanna f+ck with me cuz he got replaced
hundred rounds in my pocket, yeah that’s just in case

[chorus]
yeah i’m feelin’ geeked as f+ck, i might hide my faint
b+tch i feel like god, b+tch i feel like saint
b+tch i feel like god, b+tch i feel like saint
even when i high, i don’t feel the same
even when i high, i don’t feel the same
i don’t f+ck with hoes, cuz all the hoes are same
i don’t f+ck with hoes, cuz all the hoes are lame

[second verse]
if i catch you lackin’ imma pull up to your state
if i catch you lackin’ imma shoot around your place
b+tch i feel like god yeah the way i levitate
yeah i think im him, what the f+ck did god create
yeah i think im him, yeah this ain’t debate
imma take you from earth cuz you a waste of sp+ce
prada on my mind cuz theres prada in my fate

- slatt lyrics

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