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letra de st. nick - luh tyler

[intro]
skee
yeah, n-gga, ayy
shh, shh, oh, yeah
yeah, let’s do it, uh, let’s do it

[chorus]
i been busy gettin’ to them racks, my bag look like saint nick (look like saint nick, n-gga)
yo’ lil’ b-tch gon’ f-ck just ’cause i got that sack, i swear these hoes ain’t sh-t (these hoes ain’t sh-t)
i’m chasin this cake, n-gga, i’m gettin’ to the cheese, i’m doin’ this so quick (sh-t so quick, yeah)
these n-ggas always hatin’ on me, i feel like veeze, lil’ b-tch, get off my d-ck (get off my d-ck)
these n-ggas down bad on they ass (yeah), ain’t gettin’ no cheese, i swear that sh-t ain’t it (on gang, yeah)
n-gga, i’m so p, i don’t even think you could name a bad b-tch that i ain’t hit (on god, n-gga)
i stayed on the grind
i know n-ggas ain’t believe in the kid, i still ain’t quit (i still ain’t quit, huh)
n-gga, i got too many flows and too many ho-ho-hoes just like saint nick (just like saint nick)

[verse]
on gang, n-gga
i got too many hoes, i swear, i can’t even pick (i can’t even pick)
on gang, n-gga
i got so much racks in my pocket, it can’t even fit (can’t even fit)
on gang, yeah
this n-gga broke as a joke, lil’ boy, you funny as sh-t
on gang, n-gga (huh)
don’t wanna talk on the phone if it ain’t about money and sh-t (b-tch, bye)
don’t wanna talk on the phone (yeah), n-gga, just leave me alone
b-tch, i’m in my zone
like ho, what the f-ck is you on? (my zone)
told a b-tch that i’m a dog and i just wanna bone (rrr)
i’m a dog and i just wanna bone
i don’t even need me a stylist to put that sh-t on (i’ma put that sh-t on)
i’m finna get in my zone
take a n-gga’ b-tch and i bet he still playin’ my song (haha, yeah)
i’m on a flight right now, b-tch, i’m on the way to come turn up your city (turn up your city)
n-gga ain’t gettin’ no dough, you broke as a joke, you gotta be kiddin’ (gotta be kiddin’, n-gga)
n-gga, i stay on the grind, my hoes too fine, yeah, all of them pretty (my b-tches pretty)
yeah, i got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine b-tches with me (n-gga)
[chorus]
i been busy gettin’ to them racks, my bag look like saint nick (look like saint nick, huh)
yo’ lil’ b-tch gon’ f-ck just ’cause i got that sack, i swear these hoes ain’t sh-t (these hoes ain’t sh-t, n-gga)
i’m chasin this cake, n-gga, i’m gettin’ to the cheese, i’m doin’ this so quick (sh-t so quick, n-gga)
these n-ggas always hatin’ on me, i feel like veeze, lil’ b-tch, get off my d-ck (get off my d-ck)
these n-ggas down bad on they ass (on gang), ain’t gettin’ no cheese, i swear that sh-t ain’t it (that sh-t ain’t it, n-gga)
n-gga, i’m so p, i don’t even think you could name a bad b-tch that i ain’t hit (that ain’t hit, n-gga)
i stayed on the grind (yeah)
i know n-ggas ain’t believe in the kid, i still ain’t quit (i still ain’t quit, n-gga)
n-gga, i got too many flows and too many ho-ho-hoes just like saint nick (just like saint nick, yeah)

[outro]
i been busy gettin’ to them racks, my bag look like saint nick
yo’ lil’ b-tch gon’ f-ck just ’cause i got that sack, i swear these hoes ain’t sh-t
i’m chasin this cake, n-gga, i’m gettin’ to the cheese, i’m doin’ this so quick
these n-ggas always hatin’ on me, i feel like veeze, lil’ b-tch, get off my d-ck

- luh tyler

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