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Sainté Sainte
Sainté Sainte
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sainté Sainte
Sainté Sainte
Songwriter
Asmus
Asmus
Arranger

Lyrics

I never been on the block on my bro, (aye)
Sauté with my Christ look cold
Cannot shuffle my actions a bold
I love my brother for holding it down, (ye, ye)
On the block is getting em round
Told my jeweller keep bussin them down
All these carats, my moma will be proud
I get to the bag when i get to the loot, (yah)
I ain't got time for a fashion I'm talking on road, on my bro and she know (she know)
I don't free for the hood, i know that im good and i know im gon follow the cro (the cro)
On my brother that we don't really cause about other we get to the money and go (we get to the goal)
Send my mother twos cheque give em cold
Ship out 2 cent if losing control, they ain't gettin my soul (no way)
Sorry bae I been stucking my way (my way)
In the lab I have been cheffing then put in effort, you know im in love with your face (in love with your face)
The first in the city, to say that you pretty, you know you just moved to the place (I swear)
I been wait up town, im start touchdown
In the four, i be home by eight
Told my G wake up, we got paid (paid)
You feelin it (feelin it), you diggin it (diggin it)
You ten-ten girl ain't innocent (no way)
I put two 10k in a time, please big hand glide on my wrist, I'm killin it (I swear)
You're a gas if I only the last, if the S fine form, the YS I'm bending it (skrt, skrt)
Look, you pretty girl in the Urus, my bro in the back of the tour bus bellin it
I never been on the block on my bro
Sauté with my Christ look cold
Cannot shuffle my actions a bold
I love my brother for holding it down (down)
On the block is getting em round (round)
Told my jeweller keep bussin them down (them down)
All these carats, my moma will be proud
I get to the bag when i get to the loot
I never been on the block on my bro
Sauté with my Christ look cold
Cannot shuffle my actions a bold
I love my brother for holding it down (down)
On the block is getting em round (round)
Told my jeweller keep bussin them down (them down)
All these carats, my moma will be proud
I get to the bag when i get to the loot
I know im on top of your hit list (yeah)
Top of the field, you're under my wing, but when if you played opposition
It's only the zeros I'm missin
I was out on the road with no coat on a mission cuz gettin these money traditions
We talking about gettin some more in the kitchen so on a block man it's different (why)
Only the time you will know that I'm missin the story you post in a different
When i boil the cap a lil what are your plans so nobody's know that I'm hittin (aye)
You wanna know about all of my bro she knows how to blame it slim
I don't wanna keep on replying to story a few all i know on the kin
You feelin it (feelin it), you diggin it (diggin it)
You ten-ten girl ain't innocent (no way)
I put two 10k in a time, please big hand glide on my wrist, I'm killin it (I swear)
You're a gas if I only the last, if the S fine form, the YS I'm bending it (skrt, skrt)
Look, you pretty girl in the Urus, my bro in the back of the tour bus bellin it
I never been on the block on my bro
Sauté with my Christ look cold
Cannot shuffle my actions a bold
I love my brother for holding it down (down)
On the block is getting em round (round)
Told my jeweller keep bussin them down (them down)
All these carats, my moma will be proud
I get to the bag when I get to the loot
I never been on the block on my bro
Sauté with my Christ look cold
Cannot shuffle my actions a bold
I love my brother for holding it down (down)
On the block is getting em round (round)
Told my jeweller keep bussin them down (them down)
All these carats, my moma will be proud
I get to the bag when I get to the loot
I get to the bag when I get to the loot
I get to the bag when I get to the loot ay
I get to the bag when I get to the loot ay
I get to the bag when I get to the loot, loot
Written by: Sainté Sainte
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