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Saint - No Auto Saint Lyrics
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Little bitch sit on my lap if we chilling
I ain't got no deal finna get a few millions
Little cute lightskin, yeah I think she Brazilian
And the party don't start til I walk in the building
And if Grams made the beat, you know I'm gonna kill it
When I take off the top, it drop the whole ceiling
Girl what you thought, it ain't no simping
Balling like Buffalo, I bring the bills in
Play with my team, boy is you kidding
Nah you can't, you niggas is children
Im hitting the curb when I'm pulling that Benz in
My wrist is sick, it look like Ben 10
They riding the wave, we got them spinning
They f*ck with my music, cause is spit the real things
They laughed in my face when I left with suspensions
Boy you better be careful nigga who you dissing
Aye, we is not playing no games
I did not get in this shit for the fame
I'm the top dogs we ahead of the chain
Nigga I'm a saint, I will never get blamed
Been on my shit, ahead of the game
Got hit with a challenge and I overcame
I took yo bitch, to novocaine
Been stacking my chips, been counting my change
Finna peel off the Brain, you niggas can't hang
You ain't hit no stains
I make it rain
Like in the spring, I came with a bang
Im with my OG, ain't changing my lane
Yo bitch told me she like when I sang
You know I'm so holy, you know I'm a saint
These niggas wanna be me but they cant
Nah, nah
Little bitch sit on my lap if we chilling
I ain't got no deal finna get a few millions
Little cute lightskin, yeah I think she Brazilian
And the party don't start til I walk in the building
And if Grams made the beat, you know I'm gonna kill it
When I take off the top, it drop the whole ceiling
Girl what you thought, it ain't no simping
Balling like Buffalo, I bring the bills in
Play with my team, boy is you kidding
Nah you can't, you niggas is children
Im hitting the curb when I'm pulling that Benz in
My wrist is sick, it look like Ben 10
They riding the wave, we got them spinning
They f*ck with my music, cause is spit the real things
They laughed in my face when I left with suspensions
Boy you better be careful nigga who you dissing
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Little bitch sit on my lap if we chilling
I ain't got no deal finna get a few millions
Little cute lightskin, yeah I think she Brazilian
And the party don't start til I walk in the building
And if Grams made the beat, you know I'm gonna kill it
When I take off the top, it drop the whole ceiling
Girl what you thought, it ain't no simping
Balling like Buffalo, I bring the bills in
Play with my team, boy is you kidding
Nah you can't, you niggas is children
Im hitting the curb when I'm pulling that Benz in
My wrist is sick, it look like Ben 10
They riding the wave, we got them spinning
They f*ck with my music, cause is spit the real things
They laughed in my face when I left with suspensions
Boy you better be careful nigga who you dissing
Aye, we is not playing no games
I did not get in this shit for the fame
I'm the top dogs we ahead of the chain
Nigga I'm a saint, I will never get blamed
Been on my shit, ahead of the game
Got hit with a challenge and I overcame
I took yo bitch, to novocaine
Been stacking my chips, been counting my change
Finna peel off the Brain, you niggas can't hang
You ain't hit no stains
I make it rain
Like in the spring, I came with a bang
Im with my OG, ain't changing my lane
Yo bitch told me she like when I sang
You know I'm so holy, you know I'm a saint
These niggas wanna be me but they cant
Nah, nah
Little bitch sit on my lap if we chilling
I ain't got no deal finna get a few millions
Little cute lightskin, yeah I think she Brazilian
And the party don't start til I walk in the building
And if Grams made the beat, you know I'm gonna kill it
When I take off the top, it drop the whole ceiling
Girl what you thought, it ain't no simping
Balling like Buffalo, I bring the bills in
Play with my team, boy is you kidding
Nah you can't, you niggas is children
Im hitting the curb when I'm pulling that Benz in
My wrist is sick, it look like Ben 10
They riding the wave, we got them spinning
They f*ck with my music, cause is spit the real things
They laughed in my face when I left with suspensions
Boy you better be careful nigga who you dissing
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Writer: LaRonn Harris
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Performed By: Saint
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: LaRonn Harris

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