The Saints Songtext

DJ Prince

von Test My Sound

The Saints Songtext
Before we heard it
Cops climb trees to the top
Trick or treating
You stop the car
'90s define me ,an old man reminds me
' thinkin' : God how did I make it through these hills?
And I'm happy
Read a book,your baby needs to chill
You think I'm taking pills?
Diggin' on Sundays,these niggaz are taking trio
Take your dope with your let-away flow
What you fade away for?
We'll find nigga alike ,cause they don't make those
They don't make those,boy

I'm the original selector
Still banging that noise
Ain't giving them no choice
Cause most of these boys are sweeter than '
Treat them like they're special
But you aren't the next one
Make a tone of pictures
Probably,won't miss you
Or ever hit you ,on your blog,on your Twitter
Nigga,this is a stick-up
You might find me up and quiz imperfections
With a bad choice ,he'd be diggin' up my records
Why you tryin'to figure
If I'm headin' next to her?
I'm counting decimals,
I'm getting checks,nigga
Droppin' bombs like flex,nigga
Snatch a girl from right next to you
Silly with the verbs,hit he with some words
Who's next ,nigga?
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