SAINTS ROW!
Yeah
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Ahem
Woo, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, aye!
Fuck, all this pressure on my body
Movin' slo-mo, bitch, I'm feelin' so godly
Fuck, what a shame, I ain't sorry
I ain't bitch-made, so you can't contain my body (ah!)
Fuck, feelin' numb, where my face go?
My soul just took off to a place that we can't go
Fuck, summon everything I came fo'
Shakin' up the streets like I'm runnin' 'round in Saints Row (ah!)
Yuh, lil' bitch, I hated goin' to class
I was always in the background, peepin' out the glass (yuh)
Fuck, shit, I'm never goin' back
I done came up out of Hell, but fuck a halo, I'ma spaz (woo)
Yuh, I'ma live my life
Shit, don't give a fuck, 'cause it's all on me
'Cause if I don't, I'ma just get pissed when it falls on me (yuh)
You could feed me lies and stab my back
But it ain't gon' be (no) what the fuck you want
(Yo) can't keep me down, word to my OG's
Fuck, all this pressure on my body
Moving slo-mo, bitch, I'm feelin' so godly
Fuck, what a shame, I ain't sorry
I ain't bitch-made, so you can't contain my body
Fuck, feelin' numb, where my face go?
My soul just took off to a place that we can't go
Fuck, summon everything I came fo'
Shakin' up the streets like I'm runnin' 'round in Saints Row (yuh)
You cannot contain me, comin' with a stick like 83hades
I ain't gonna trip on your shit 'cause it ain't it
Any' wanna bitch? You can talk to the pavement
Fuck, that asphalt and black tops
We was comin' for they necks, soundin' like the black ops (black ops)
You just mad 'cause I'm on shit
Got a Rav4 with a blonde bitch
We don't got big money, got long sticks
Talk shit, get clipped like the lawn did (uh-huh)
Load it up, take that stick then blow it up
Black mask on, put flame to the roaches
Wanna flow wit' me? Best be in the cauldron
Otherwise, get iced-out like a solstice!
Take two, why don't ya hold this?
Rollin' paper, my diploma
If you wanna come and ice me, it get cold like Minnesota (ah)
Bet you wish you never showed up
And your bitch, she probably pulled up
Ice was stickin' to your tracks
But I throwed in that locomotive, ah
I be lookin' like Hayabusa, match with Katana
I told her to choose one, did on my own
But she rock with a booster
Can't say shit 'cause I know I'm a loser, ooh
How you gon' kill my ego when it's already dead?
Fall back with a blade like my name, Johnny Depp
Don't talk 'bout a lame when your shit's just a wreck
Only say that shit once 'cause I'm comin' correct! (Slut)
Aye, fuck all this pressure on my body
Movin' slo-mo bitch, I'm feelin' so godly
Fuck, what a shame, I ain't sorry
I ain't bitch-made, so you can't contain my body (ah)
Fuck, feelin' numb, where'd my face go?
My soul just took off to a place that we can't go
Fuck, summon everything I came fo'
Shakin' up the streets like I'm runnin' 'round in Saints Row
Yuh, lil' bitch, I hated goin' to class
I was always in the background, peepin' out the glass (yuh, fuck...)
Делит на бите, сука
Ahem
Woo, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, aye!
Fuck, all this pressure on my body
Movin' slo-mo, bitch, I'm feelin' so godly
Fuck, what a shame, I ain't sorry
I ain't bitch-made, so you can't contain my body (ah!)
Fuck, feelin' numb, where my face go?
My soul just took off to a place that we can't go
Fuck, summon everything I came fo'
Shakin' up the streets like I'm runnin' 'round in Saints Row (ah!)
Yuh, lil' bitch, I hated goin' to class
I was always in the background, peepin' out the glass (yuh)
Fuck, shit, I'm never goin' back
I done came up out of Hell, but fuck a halo, I'ma spaz (woo)
Yuh, I'ma live my life
Shit, don't give a fuck, 'cause it's all on me
'Cause if I don't, I'ma just get pissed when it falls on me (yuh)
You could feed me lies and stab my back
But it ain't gon' be (no) what the fuck you want
(Yo) can't keep me down, word to my OG's
Fuck, all this pressure on my body
Moving slo-mo, bitch, I'm feelin' so godly
Fuck, what a shame, I ain't sorry
I ain't bitch-made, so you can't contain my body
Fuck, feelin' numb, where my face go?
My soul just took off to a place that we can't go
Fuck, summon everything I came fo'
Shakin' up the streets like I'm runnin' 'round in Saints Row (yuh)
You cannot contain me, comin' with a stick like 83hades
I ain't gonna trip on your shit 'cause it ain't it
Any' wanna bitch? You can talk to the pavement
Fuck, that asphalt and black tops
We was comin' for they necks, soundin' like the black ops (black ops)
You just mad 'cause I'm on shit
Got a Rav4 with a blonde bitch
We don't got big money, got long sticks
Talk shit, get clipped like the lawn did (uh-huh)
Load it up, take that stick then blow it up
Black mask on, put flame to the roaches
Wanna flow wit' me? Best be in the cauldron
Otherwise, get iced-out like a solstice!
Take two, why don't ya hold this?
Rollin' paper, my diploma
If you wanna come and ice me, it get cold like Minnesota (ah)
Bet you wish you never showed up
And your bitch, she probably pulled up
Ice was stickin' to your tracks
But I throwed in that locomotive, ah
I be lookin' like Hayabusa, match with Katana
I told her to choose one, did on my own
But she rock with a booster
Can't say shit 'cause I know I'm a loser, ooh
How you gon' kill my ego when it's already dead?
Fall back with a blade like my name, Johnny Depp
Don't talk 'bout a lame when your shit's just a wreck
Only say that shit once 'cause I'm comin' correct! (Slut)
Aye, fuck all this pressure on my body
Movin' slo-mo bitch, I'm feelin' so godly
Fuck, what a shame, I ain't sorry
I ain't bitch-made, so you can't contain my body (ah)
Fuck, feelin' numb, where'd my face go?
My soul just took off to a place that we can't go
Fuck, summon everything I came fo'
Shakin' up the streets like I'm runnin' 'round in Saints Row
Yuh, lil' bitch, I hated goin' to class
I was always in the background, peepin' out the glass (yuh, fuck...)
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Writer(s): Kevan Amirkhani
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