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PERFORMING ARTISTS
St. Lunatics
St. Lunatics
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Epperson
Jason Epperson
Composer
Ali Kenyatta Jones
Ali Kenyatta Jones
Composer
Murphy Lee
Murphy Lee
Composer
Robert Ky Juan Cleveland
Robert Ky Juan Cleveland
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Epperson
Jason Epperson
Producer

Lyrics

St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up Swallowin' Cris' till we spit up, put your shit up 'cause now We navigatin', wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin' God over Satan, no debatin', so I'm celebratin' This new life, off the block buyin' stock Divin' off the dock in Bangkok, I used to slang rock And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card Bitches goin' nuts when the rims hit the boulevard Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin' From the TV's, diamonds went from hard to see to 3D Double VD, bubble Lex with the CD Puffin' seaweed, I'm free, hit the slope and ski DC to France, finance is too advanced Wit' plans to 'cause a trance, money stands ' yellin' "Romance" I never stop comin', gunnin', runnin' and sunnin' With Cuda spinnin' them hun'neds on hun'neds spinnin' and blunted I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out Thick broads out, all the stars out We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin' What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite? I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out Thick broads out, all the stars out We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin' What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite? I'm like okay Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto Float St. Louis, fake insurance, with no petro Nuts are heavy, Teddy Peddy tell 'em to let go 'Tics are ready, Kevin Law tell 'em I said so I let go, sixteen out of sixty-four And the forty-eight bars left I'll have you kickin' for mo' Women be like, "Who do y'all think y'all are?" I'm Mr. Pull Up in big trucks, I'm far from a star 'Cause I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come One out of five reasons why they hatin' on us Tracks is like a gas tank, I fill 'em on up And my shows is robbery style, they givin' it up I'm like a Michael Jackson concert, a milli' and up And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin' me up They women treat me like cows, they be pullin' my stuff And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin' me off I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out Thick broads out, all the stars out We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin' What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite? I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out Thick broads out, all the stars out We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin' What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite? I'm like okay Now you know Mo, I stay equipped with a zip And the soles of my Air Force One's on e'ry trip And on e'ry whip I choose those D's to roll What them niggas 'round the corner gon' start shit for? When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the Nav' Pop a half and take out your Ave on my behalf My whole staff love to laugh and count the money On the couch, hands in our pants like Al Bundy I love smoke ganjay Monday to Monday And e'ry other day a nigga fuckin' with gun play It's ok, since all the dogs out All my broads out, doin' they bump they broads out And we rollin', Henny holdin' and blunt rollin' Money foldin', been in more rings than Hulk Hogan It's official, Nelly Hummer clean as a whistle You boys signed up fo' reel, you doin' your thug thizzle I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out Thick broads out, all the stars out We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin' What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite? I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out Thick broads out, all the stars out We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin' What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite? I'm like okay
Writer(s): Ali K. Jones, Robert Ky Juan Cleveland, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, Jason Epperson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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