(Already told 'em all, yeah)
(Already told 'em all, yeah)
(I got a couple of 'em, yeah)
(I got a couple gun, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I already told you that girl not a saint
Lately been rackin' it this money like cake
I got a couple of bands in the safe
Woah
I got a couple of bands in the safe
And he never said none of that shit to my face
Like I'ma just keep goin', rackin' and stackin' like I'm in a race
I had to go up to him
I had to call more
I got a lot more
I had to call my boy
I had to- I had to- I had to call my boy, woah
I had to
Talk to me
She's tryna talk to me
Why did you talk to me?
Why did you lie to me?
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Li- lie to me
I got a couple of reasons
I already told them all
I already told them all, yeah
I already told them all, yeah
I got a couple more, yeah
She tryna know them all, yeah
I got a couple of gun, yeah
Shootin' that shit for fun, yeah
Yeah, let me go on for a second
NNE, 71 shoot at your brethren, uh
Making it known for a second
I am the man with the plan, I'm the mission
I stand on this shit and I'm taking a distance
I'm keeping it P cause my brothers got distant
No, I don't even write my shit
All I do is pop my shit and let my shit fly
We in the future with it
We ain't gonna look at the past no more, tell it goodbye
I told you that girl not a saint
And I ain't gonna talk to her no more
'Cause I am too fly (woah)
I already told you that girl not a saint
Lately been rackin' it this money like cake
I got a couple of bands in the safe
Woah
I got a couple of bands in the safe
And he never said none of that shit to my face
Like I'ma just keep goin', rackin' and stackin' like I'm in a race
I had to go up to him
I had to call more
I got a lot more
I had to call my boy
I had to- I had to- I had to call my boy, woah
I had to
Yeah, wrist so flooded
Yeah, why is you cappin' ho?
Keep it a hundred
She is so tweaked on
That lil' bitch need to keep goin'
'Cause she pushing my buttons
I'ma just flea the scene
'Cause you say you ain't needed me no more
All this cash I've been stacking lately
Countin' crazy
Yeah, bitch I been goin' crazy
SAINT Video (MV)
K-Oz - SAINT Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
(Already told 'em all, yeah)
(Already told 'em all, yeah)
(I got a couple of 'em, yeah)
(I got a couple gun, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I already told you that girl not a saint
Lately been rackin' it this money like cake
I got a couple of bands in the safe
Woah
I got a couple of bands in the safe
And he never said none of that shit to my face
Like I'ma just keep goin', rackin' and stackin' like I'm in a race
I had to go up to him
I had to call more
I got a lot more
I had to call my boy
I had to- I had to- I had to call my boy, woah
I had to
Talk to me
She's tryna talk to me
Why did you talk to me?
Why did you lie to me?
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Li- lie to me
I got a couple of reasons
I already told them all
I already told them all, yeah
I already told them all, yeah
I got a couple more, yeah
She tryna know them all, yeah
I got a couple of gun, yeah
Shootin' that shit for fun, yeah
Yeah, let me go on for a second
NNE, 71 shoot at your brethren, uh
Making it known for a second
I am the man with the plan, I'm the mission
I stand on this shit and I'm taking a distance
I'm keeping it P cause my brothers got distant
No, I don't even write my shit
All I do is pop my shit and let my shit fly
We in the future with it
We ain't gonna look at the past no more, tell it goodbye
I told you that girl not a saint
And I ain't gonna talk to her no more
'Cause I am too fly (woah)
I already told you that girl not a saint
Lately been rackin' it this money like cake
I got a couple of bands in the safe
Woah
I got a couple of bands in the safe
And he never said none of that shit to my face
Like I'ma just keep goin', rackin' and stackin' like I'm in a race
I had to go up to him
I had to call more
I got a lot more
I had to call my boy
I had to- I had to- I had to call my boy, woah
I had to
Yeah, wrist so flooded
Yeah, why is you cappin' ho?
Keep it a hundred
She is so tweaked on
That lil' bitch need to keep goin'
'Cause she pushing my buttons
I'ma just flea the scene
'Cause you say you ain't needed me no more
All this cash I've been stacking lately
Countin' crazy
Yeah, bitch I been goin' crazy
(Already told 'em all, yeah)
(I got a couple of 'em, yeah)
(I got a couple gun, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I already told you that girl not a saint
Lately been rackin' it this money like cake
I got a couple of bands in the safe
Woah
I got a couple of bands in the safe
And he never said none of that shit to my face
Like I'ma just keep goin', rackin' and stackin' like I'm in a race
I had to go up to him
I had to call more
I got a lot more
I had to call my boy
I had to- I had to- I had to call my boy, woah
I had to
Talk to me
She's tryna talk to me
Why did you talk to me?
Why did you lie to me?
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Li- lie to me
I got a couple of reasons
I already told them all
I already told them all, yeah
I already told them all, yeah
I got a couple more, yeah
She tryna know them all, yeah
I got a couple of gun, yeah
Shootin' that shit for fun, yeah
Yeah, let me go on for a second
NNE, 71 shoot at your brethren, uh
Making it known for a second
I am the man with the plan, I'm the mission
I stand on this shit and I'm taking a distance
I'm keeping it P cause my brothers got distant
No, I don't even write my shit
All I do is pop my shit and let my shit fly
We in the future with it
We ain't gonna look at the past no more, tell it goodbye
I told you that girl not a saint
And I ain't gonna talk to her no more
'Cause I am too fly (woah)
I already told you that girl not a saint
Lately been rackin' it this money like cake
I got a couple of bands in the safe
Woah
I got a couple of bands in the safe
And he never said none of that shit to my face
Like I'ma just keep goin', rackin' and stackin' like I'm in a race
I had to go up to him
I had to call more
I got a lot more
I had to call my boy
I had to- I had to- I had to call my boy, woah
I had to
Yeah, wrist so flooded
Yeah, why is you cappin' ho?
Keep it a hundred
She is so tweaked on
That lil' bitch need to keep goin'
'Cause she pushing my buttons
I'ma just flea the scene
'Cause you say you ain't needed me no more
All this cash I've been stacking lately
Countin' crazy
Yeah, bitch I been goin' crazy
Writer: Awad Abdelrehem
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid