Saint Nick
808x, The Big Hash
Niggas acting like I sold my soul
Grab my jacket ‘cause the game is getting cold
I feel like Saint Nicholas I got me all these hoes
I think it’s ridiculous I can’t pronounce my clothes
I just got my cheque up darling, darling
I pick up the phone my money calling
I just got my cheque up darling, darling
I pick up the phone my money calling
Shit is deeper than you think
Probably stronger than what you drink
Drip harder than open sinks
Amazing how rapping got me all these links
All this ice on me with no rings
Beat the pussy ‘til it’s pink
Pop it like the paint
My sativa stink
I still can't complain
Mama told me break a leg for the night this ain’t no sprain
I got some people in my camp I can't acquaint
I just got some head before the flight I’m feeling great
Niggas don’t want beef with me ‘cause they know where to stay
Your baby want a piece of me but that’s a piece of cake
She ain’t trying to deal with you no more for goodness sake
You best know your place
Niggas acting like I sold my soul
Grab my jacket ‘cause the game is getting cold
I feel like Saint Nicholas I got me all these hoes
I think it’s ridiculous I can’t pronounce my clothes
I just got my cheque up darling, darling
I pick up the phone my money calling
I just got my cheque up darling, darling
I pick up the phone my money calling
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