Guess who's back? (Tre Trax I think we got one)
Get me a band-aid and let's go home (let's go home)
It's Saucy Santana
Celebrity, I'm- (celebrity, I-)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
Let me tell y'all the story (uh-huh)
Riding through Miami, it was glory (had a ball)
The stripper hoes, they adore me
I'm doing shit the girls couldn't do before me (nope)
It always be that one lame nigga (sorry ass)
Who couldn't take so he had to pull the trigger (pull the trigger)
The labels calling, the deals getting bigger
I went back to my hood and had a cookout with my niggas (front seat)
Rolls Royce riding (riding)
I had a bunch of bad bitches, we was vibing (ahh)
My mama told me keep grinding
My man called, said, "Bae keep shining" (thank you, Daddy)
In the mansion with Tommie we was wilding
Mannie Fresh, shit bitch I'm big-timing
Nah hoe, this ain't no Love & HipHop
I ain't on the show sis, your storyline still flopped
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
No weapon formed shall prosper (thank you, Lord)
I was drunk as hell laid up at the doctor (whew)
I'm Ghost, where Proctor?
Facetime with Ma Dukes, sounding like a Opera
The police? They ain't give a f*ck
I'm blessed baby boy, man that shit wasn't luck (ah-ha)
I got hit, I don't give a f*ck
I'm still touring the world while I'm chucking my deuces up (who you?)
Tre pass the Patrón, turnt up and I'm ready to shone
Last call, it's on
I'm screaming "Periodt, bitch" like City Girl clone (JT)
Move over, I need my seat on the throne
I ain't got no level yet, making moves on my own
These pussy niggas can't handle it (nope)
I stay crunk, ain't no need for a mechanic, bitch (yeah)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
Y'all hoes be talking crazy online (let's fight)
Staying with your mama, you can't speak on mine (gross)
You just a broke ass opinion
Poor bitch, you don't even got a dime (bitch, I'm rich)
While you stalking, I'ma shine
Baby girl I'm in the light, you the lime (sour ass hoes)
I get respect from real niggas (yup)
I get respect from real hitters (real trap shit)
I get respect from all the trappers
I sell dope, then became a rapper (9-1-1)
Perry Florida, what's happening?
Showing love to same bitches I was trapping with (850)
I don't need no army, Mr. Smart Ass (nope)
Give me a pen, I'm finna sign for a lot of cash
The other bitch, she a old dirty hoe
Hit up Verizon so your phone don't go off during your show
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (line it up)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, ha) I see y'all internet bitches
You can't motherf*cking kill me
Bitch, I'm just getting motherf*cking started
It's a long time 'fore I'm finna get out the motherf*cking spot
Move the f*ck over (it's Trax season, bruh)
I need my seat on the throne
Tre, let a bitch know
Saucy Santana - You Can't Kill Me Lyrics
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Guess who's back? (Tre Trax I think we got one)
Get me a band-aid and let's go home (let's go home)
It's Saucy Santana
Celebrity, I'm- (celebrity, I-)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
Let me tell y'all the story (uh-huh)
Riding through Miami, it was glory (had a ball)
The stripper hoes, they adore me
I'm doing shit the girls couldn't do before me (nope)
It always be that one lame nigga (sorry ass)
Who couldn't take so he had to pull the trigger (pull the trigger)
The labels calling, the deals getting bigger
I went back to my hood and had a cookout with my niggas (front seat)
Rolls Royce riding (riding)
I had a bunch of bad bitches, we was vibing (ahh)
My mama told me keep grinding
My man called, said, "Bae keep shining" (thank you, Daddy)
In the mansion with Tommie we was wilding
Mannie Fresh, shit bitch I'm big-timing
Nah hoe, this ain't no Love & HipHop
I ain't on the show sis, your storyline still flopped
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
No weapon formed shall prosper (thank you, Lord)
I was drunk as hell laid up at the doctor (whew)
I'm Ghost, where Proctor?
Facetime with Ma Dukes, sounding like a Opera
The police? They ain't give a f*ck
I'm blessed baby boy, man that shit wasn't luck (ah-ha)
I got hit, I don't give a f*ck
I'm still touring the world while I'm chucking my deuces up (who you?)
Tre pass the Patrón, turnt up and I'm ready to shone
Last call, it's on
I'm screaming "Periodt, bitch" like City Girl clone (JT)
Move over, I need my seat on the throne
I ain't got no level yet, making moves on my own
These pussy niggas can't handle it (nope)
I stay crunk, ain't no need for a mechanic, bitch (yeah)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
Y'all hoes be talking crazy online (let's fight)
Staying with your mama, you can't speak on mine (gross)
You just a broke ass opinion
Poor bitch, you don't even got a dime (bitch, I'm rich)
While you stalking, I'ma shine
Baby girl I'm in the light, you the lime (sour ass hoes)
I get respect from real niggas (yup)
I get respect from real hitters (real trap shit)
I get respect from all the trappers
I sell dope, then became a rapper (9-1-1)
Perry Florida, what's happening?
Showing love to same bitches I was trapping with (850)
I don't need no army, Mr. Smart Ass (nope)
Give me a pen, I'm finna sign for a lot of cash
The other bitch, she a old dirty hoe
Hit up Verizon so your phone don't go off during your show
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (line it up)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, ha) I see y'all internet bitches
You can't motherf*cking kill me
Bitch, I'm just getting motherf*cking started
It's a long time 'fore I'm finna get out the motherf*cking spot
Move the f*ck over (it's Trax season, bruh)
I need my seat on the throne
Tre, let a bitch know
Get me a band-aid and let's go home (let's go home)
It's Saucy Santana
Celebrity, I'm- (celebrity, I-)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
Let me tell y'all the story (uh-huh)
Riding through Miami, it was glory (had a ball)
The stripper hoes, they adore me
I'm doing shit the girls couldn't do before me (nope)
It always be that one lame nigga (sorry ass)
Who couldn't take so he had to pull the trigger (pull the trigger)
The labels calling, the deals getting bigger
I went back to my hood and had a cookout with my niggas (front seat)
Rolls Royce riding (riding)
I had a bunch of bad bitches, we was vibing (ahh)
My mama told me keep grinding
My man called, said, "Bae keep shining" (thank you, Daddy)
In the mansion with Tommie we was wilding
Mannie Fresh, shit bitch I'm big-timing
Nah hoe, this ain't no Love & HipHop
I ain't on the show sis, your storyline still flopped
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
No weapon formed shall prosper (thank you, Lord)
I was drunk as hell laid up at the doctor (whew)
I'm Ghost, where Proctor?
Facetime with Ma Dukes, sounding like a Opera
The police? They ain't give a f*ck
I'm blessed baby boy, man that shit wasn't luck (ah-ha)
I got hit, I don't give a f*ck
I'm still touring the world while I'm chucking my deuces up (who you?)
Tre pass the Patrón, turnt up and I'm ready to shone
Last call, it's on
I'm screaming "Periodt, bitch" like City Girl clone (JT)
Move over, I need my seat on the throne
I ain't got no level yet, making moves on my own
These pussy niggas can't handle it (nope)
I stay crunk, ain't no need for a mechanic, bitch (yeah)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
Y'all hoes be talking crazy online (let's fight)
Staying with your mama, you can't speak on mine (gross)
You just a broke ass opinion
Poor bitch, you don't even got a dime (bitch, I'm rich)
While you stalking, I'ma shine
Baby girl I'm in the light, you the lime (sour ass hoes)
I get respect from real niggas (yup)
I get respect from real hitters (real trap shit)
I get respect from all the trappers
I sell dope, then became a rapper (9-1-1)
Perry Florida, what's happening?
Showing love to same bitches I was trapping with (850)
I don't need no army, Mr. Smart Ass (nope)
Give me a pen, I'm finna sign for a lot of cash
The other bitch, she a old dirty hoe
Hit up Verizon so your phone don't go off during your show
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (line it up)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, ha) I see y'all internet bitches
You can't motherf*cking kill me
Bitch, I'm just getting motherf*cking started
It's a long time 'fore I'm finna get out the motherf*cking spot
Move the f*ck over (it's Trax season, bruh)
I need my seat on the throne
Tre, let a bitch know
Writer: John Norris III, Rashad Spain
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management