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letra de mogul - saint marshall

[intro: saint marshall & ludwig aghren]
uh, yeah
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
what the f-ck is going on

[chorus]
feel like a mogul the way that i move
stackin’ my cash i don’t know about you
movin’ too fast no way that i lose
too cool, don’t move
i’m too nice, gotta stack up my bread
i can’t lie, no love to feds
call my slime to bounce my checks
right there, h-ll yеah
feel like a mogul the way that i move
stackin’ my cash i don’t know about you
movin’ too fast no way that i losе
too cool, don’t move
i’m too nice, gotta stack up my bread
i can’t lie, no love to feds
call my slime to bounce my checks
right there, h-ll yeah
[verse 1]
i’m relaxing, i just paid my taxes
sleepin’ on my racecar bed, yeah, on a mattress
tryna get my master’s, ain’t no way you pass us
sniper with that beam to yo head, but he won’t catch us
i’m working out, pushing weight, i’m just tryna find peace
chill with nami every day, like i was in one piece
never flinch, never fade, all my verses too clean
barren down, you a vae, all them devils choking
on your keyboard, call me short
behind that screen, yeah, you a dork
i’m with my team, we shoot we score
they never heard of me before
all this comin’ off the dome
don’t need a lane, i build a road
this ain’t no joke, i never fold
the name is saint, you better know, let’s go

[chorus]
feel like a mogul the way that i move
stackin’ my cash i don’t know about you
movin’ too fast no way that i lose
too cool, don’t move
i’m too nice, gotta stack up my bread
i can’t lie, no love to feds
call my slime to bounce my checks
right there, h-ll yeah
feel like a mogul the way that i move
stackin’ my cash i don’t know about you
movin’ too fast no way that i lose
too cool, don’t move
i’m too nice, gotta stack up my bread
i can’t lie, no love to feds
call my slime to bounce my checks
right there, h-ll yeah
[verse 2]
i ain’t done, i’m havin’ fun
i see ’em chatting’ they are my sons
they gotta pay me, like i’m brady
these m’s i’m stackin’, like i’m shady
crazy that they hate me, ladies wanna date me
lately, vision hazy, television blazing
money that i’m chasin’, honey sponsored payment
bangin’ like a caveman, all i say is amen

[verse 3]
whippin’ in my city, tryna cop that benz
lookin’ too pretty, running through my ends
i can’t lie, i’ve been in my head
play melee, i’mma get that win
honestly, i’ve been playing solo
honestly, i can’t pretend
honestly, lookin’ through my photos, i just really need a friend

[verse 4]
i just need a friend
someone who’s with me ’til the end
i need something real with no more pretend
i’ll do what i can
i’ll pick you up, i’ll help you stand
we all fall apart and try to land
[outro]
call up yo mama, and tell her you love her
i’m hiding my feelings like i’m undercover
so i call up my mama, i tell her i love her
we all got our demons, but we don’t have to suffer alone (alone)
alone (alone)
alone (alone)
no, we don’t have to suffer alone (alone)
alone (alone)
alone
no, we don’t have to suffer alone

- saint marshall

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