letra de saint - slatt
[verse 1]
hundred round, hundred round in his face
imma shoot him in his leg, blood all on the place
last b-tch that done went f-cked with me, he went done got tazed
last b-tch gone suck my d-ck cuz she wanna taste
yeah that boy wanna f-ck with me cuz he got replaced
hundred rounds in my pocket, yeah that’s just in case
[chorus]
yeah i’m feelin’ geeked as f-ck, i might hide my faint
b-tch i feel like god, b-tch i feel like saint
b-tch i feel like god, b-tch i feel like saint
even when i high, i don’t feel the same
even when i high, i don’t feel the same
i don’t f-ck with hoes, cuz all the hoes are same
i don’t f-ck with hoes, cuz all the hoes are lame
[second verse]
if i catch you lackin’ imma pull up to your state
if i catch you lackin’ imma shoot around your place
b-tch i feel like god yeah the way i levitate
yeah i think im him, what the f-ck did god create
yeah i think im him, yeah this ain’t debate
imma take you from earth cuz you a waste of sp-ce
prada on my mind cuz theres prada in my fate
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