Saint Lyrics

You so lame , fit don't change, I am fly like Gucci Mane

Hold the scope I'm trynna aim, I'm so thirsty, need a drink

Catch a break, need to think, Do I really want the fame

Pussy sweet like lemonade, Shawty wanna get the glaze

I was on the phone, my boy Vic, he insane

Fucking with shawty, yeah, she got a cross

Yeah, that bitch ain't a saint

She is a hottie, she call me the boss, huh, You'd be amazed, huh

You think you're funny, but really you not, huh

Stay in your lane, huh

You rappin' bout that, you paving the way

No, you is not, you just a phase

All of these rappers, they do not got taste

You cookin shit, It do not pay

Walk in the club and I feel like I'm winning

Fly as a bitch, I know I am fitted

She fuck on me and she think I'm her ticket

Throwin' that ass, I guess I am with it

I know you can feel, but I got no emotion

When you throw it back, I can fuck with the motion

She be in my ear, want it bad, we ain't rushin

Little does she know that we is not really fuckin

She wanna forget, how we made a mess,

Shit was turnin' west, that's called bad romance, huh

Lyin' to your man, huh I know y'all got plans, huh

Crazy, he a fan, huh When she in my pants, huh

I was on the phone, my boy Vic, he insane

Fucking with shawty, yeah, she got a cross

Yeah, that bitch ain't a saint

She is a hottie, she call me the boss, huh, You'd be amazed, huh

You think you're funny, but really you not, huh

Stay in your lane, huh

You rappin' bout that, you paving the way

No, you is not, you just a phase

All of these rappers, they do not got taste

You cookin shit, It do not pay

Walk in the club and I feel like I'm winning

Fly as a bitch, I know I am fitted

She fuck on me and she think I'm her ticket

Throwin' that ass, I guess I am with it