st.leppy – i’m a saint lyrics
(verse 1)
my name is saint leppy, i just stole your chevy
walk up on your b-tch like “hey what up sexy”
i took her to the crib and things got messy
she -j-c-l-t-d everywhere like confetti
i took a sip of pepsi cause i was sweaty
i ate her pussy hair like it was spaghetti
tarzan couldn’t even get through that b-tch, with his machete
b-tch played ping-pong with my own ding-dong
stuck a needle in her -ss and now she turned into king-kong
she left me, and it ain’t even dawn
but little did she realize…
(chorus)
i’m a saint (x3)
b-tch i’m a saint
i’m a saint (x3)
b-tch i’m a saint
i’m a saint (x3)
b-tch i’m a saint
i’m a saint (x3)
b-tch!
(verse 2)
i’m a saint b-tch i’m a saint
i’m a saint to make you faint
doing cocaine every day
when cocaine k!lls my brain
like a homeless man on a train
i’m insane
burning like a lit flame
can’t seem to get my shit straight
driving in the wrong lane
when i get f-cking (unintelligible)
it all started 7th grade
getting bullied everyday
imma set this shit straight
i get so much f-cking hate
everyone thought i was great
but i’m another mistake
why can’t i just fade away?
doing drugs, hating on everything
doing lines to get the vibes
when i die, please don’t cry
cause…
(chorus)
i’m a saint (x3)
b-tch i’m a saint
i’m a saint (x3)
b-tch i’m a saint
i’m a saint (x3)
b-tch i’m a saint
i’m a saint (x3)
b-tch!
(verse 3)
i’m a saint that possesses the royal crown
i make saint patrick look like a f-cking clown
man i’m tripping i think i need a half an ounce
to keep my -ss from p-ssing out
i’m eating mushrooms like a f-cking vacuum
i eat 70 grams plus the f-cking spoon too
i’m telling everybody i’ll be back soon
but really, i only need it because of you
you walk around saying that my life’s a fluke
since that’s the case, imma end this on a high note, b-tch
(chorus)
i’m a saint (x3)
b-tch i’m a saint
i’m a saint (x3)
b-tch i’m a saint
i’m a saint (x3)
b-tch i’m a saint
i’m a saint (x3)
b-tch!
(one full minute of complete silence)
(verse 3.1)
i’m a saint that possesses the royal crown
i make saint patrick look like a f-cking clown
man i’m tripping i think i need a half an ounce
to keep my -ss from p-ssing out
i’m eating mushrooms like a f-cking vacuum
i eat 70 grams plus the f-cking spoon too
i’m telling everybody i’ll be back soon
but really, i only need it because of you
you walk around saying that my life’s a fluke
shit i think i just f-cking puked
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