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letra de when the saints out - code nine

[intro]
asia to fiji
know what i’m saying?
the saints out
on the premises
i smell blood
know what i’m saying?

[verse 1 – code nine]
yo
benelli super 90 in the jansport
my summer joints kamikaze
peep my reflection pool in abu dhabi
the tan cardi, splash salvador dali
watch the team wyling
peace ghost, my team styling on the 490
y’all probably illuminati
cop a gray ducati
my speaker blessings from shotty
bumping mega rowdy
couldn’t give a f-ck who around me
keep the temple cloudy
sharp cinema clips surroundings
and the view astounding
our shackles 24 carat at the sheraton
metallic blue beamer with plates from maryland
hitori with the javelin, mask off and no glovеs
[?] swinging a funko without a donut
argentinian smoke gracing the boat dеck
shock a hostess at the coat check
and i don’t rock a rolex
didn’t break a sweat and finished both sets
40 with the carbon on the whole grip, loaded clip
[hook x2]
sin is roaming when the saints out
moonstroke a paintbrush across a gray cloud
i’ma need to change routes (change routes)
i’ma need a way out (way out)

[verse 2 – code nine]
roll 77’s like grits in gravy
dice deity scenery, prosper feeling safely
brenda’s baby around the alley side
camouflage, pop a bmx wheelie, got on the handlebars
tarot card pharaoh, tone his baby mac-11
a true sermon make him smack a reverend
h-ll on earth, the proof we lack a heaven
saw the devil through the eyes of children
bleeding out a fractured desert, sn-tch a weapon
caught a pheasant for the feast, fed pheasants
magnificent 7 loaded like it’s a western
fresher than sean nelson handling chess lessons
bless sessions at best westerns, it’s well-tested
automatic for 3, high speeds
mahmoud ab do rock from the key, light breeze
stoned his martyrs honorably, concrete
indian, no sign of the chief inside of the beast

[hook x2]
sin is roaming when the saints out
moonstroke a paintbrush across a gray cloud
i’ma need to change routes (change routes)
i’ma need a way out (way out)
[verse 3 – code nine]
yo
sh-t, you’d think i owned a silkworm
i hold my liquor plus my wheel firm
golden nuggets on the marble counter, fields burn
fly kamini, no treaty, rather my meals earned
my ash could fill urns
blue cheese and i’m a lactose
i lift the gravel like a backhoe
pardon the blood, i hit the backstroke
light hazy through the crack smoke
sun only shine through where the glass broke
mosaic, my dark city streets ain’t sacred
no saints here, just anguish, pearl vanquish
blurred faces, briefcases
i’m out east, caught in newport smoke and car chases
stained my polo with the kush resin
they call me tony
time served sometimes the greatest hood blessing
i just play my section
blueprint unravel on the table
architects with they plan destined

[hook x2]
sin is roaming when the saints out
moonstroke a paintbrush across a gray cloud
i’ma need to change routes (change routes)
i’ma need a way out (way out)

- code nine

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