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letra de saint - huncho zay

[intro: darkboy santana & huncho zay]
ooh ya, yeah
(ooh, ooh, ooh)
yeah, yeah, yeah
mmm, darkboy
huncho ya, yeah

[chorus: huncho zay]
i feel like a saint
i’m dressed in the mink
i’m poppin’ the molly i’m faded can’t think
i’m shinin’ in diamonds they purple and pink
i hop out the audi these hoes tryna tweak
what do you think
is you wit me
i’m rockin’ designer my gucci look flee
i’m wrapping these presents its christmas for me
you n-ggas be hatin’ i’m up on the scene
i feel like a saint
i’m dressed in the mink
i’m poppin’ the molly i’m faded can’t think
i’m shinin’ in diamonds they purple and pink
i hop out the audi these hoes tryna tweak
what do you think
is you wit me
i’m rockin’ designer my gucci look flee
i’m wrapping these presents its christmas for me
you n-ggas be hatin’ i’m up on the scene

{verse 1: huncho zay]
i’m pouring this lean in my cup for the drank
you b-tches be callin’ can’t f-ck can’t relate
you n-ggas be thinkin’ you got what it takes
i’m pushing the whip down the road wit no plates
i shop in barneys don’t go on no dates
you swim with the fishes i cannot relate
i flip up the pace on you hoes like a race
i’m ballin’ like curry step back wit the trey
these n-ggas be talkin’ they thinkin’ they safe
until i hop up in the porsche or the wraith
i got some problems yo what do you say
you tryna fight then i’ll take you today, ya
yo b-tch wanna spoon like she eat off her plate
i’m shoppin’ in barneys i’m goin’ today
these n-ggas be talkin’ i’m thinkin’ they fake
you know that i cannot f-ck with the hate
backwoods like a dragon i’m breathing
triple 6s on my mind like a demon
doom sh-t wit the gang we the legion
ballin like this is my maf-ckin’ season
blast sh-t thru the b-ss for no reason
f-ck once gotta go b-tch i’m leavin’
i can’t do hoes for the keepin’
pay for they dinner then dip on the weekend
yeah, yeah
pay for the dinner then dip on the weekend
n-ggas be talkin’ that sh-t but when b-tches see me they just, “i wanna be friends”, no
i cannot f-ck with that sh-t that you say
he wanna talk won’t meet me at the gate
if he be talkin’ look me in the face, yeah yeah
i’m up in barneys and saks i’m shoppin’ for them double gs
b-tches they talkin’ that sh-t but they never come and wanna f-ck on me
i’m in a jag and i’m pushin’ that sh-t i’m ridin’ right down the street
yeah, yeah
huncho ya

[verse 2: adrian jose]
aye, it’s young jose in this b-tch
yeah you know we bout to go insane in this b-tch
yeah, 1 take up in this b-tch
we gon’ k!ll the f-ckin beat ain’t got no b-ss little b-tch
no no no
we don’t do this sh-t just for show
gotta get the money on the low
trappin with my boys yeah we go
huncho zay and shaq we’re too cold
strapped up always keep the pole
can’t talk to the feds no no no
gotta keep my business on the low
yeah, yeah, okay
cop a gucci cop a loui cop a versace everday
walkin’ into saks 5th like, “aye i got 10k!”
what can i cop i want all of this sh-t
i brought all of my b-tches
yeah we gettin’ lit, okay let’s go
we gon throw a party up in this store
yeah we gon shop some more
(the f-ck happened?)

- huncho zay

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