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Who Tf Is Lil Saint - Intro Lyrics



Who Tf Is Lil Saint - Intro Lyrics




Uh Back against the wall but I been here before
So it ain't shit I gotta do that I ain't did before
These niggas rappin bout a life they never lived before
I don't fit in wit these new rappers
But I'm next to blow
74
You think Saint a rob me
Shit you never know
This 1942 make me say shit I never said before
She want me to settle down
F*ck you tryna settle for
I'm finna put yo pussy up for sell is you gone let em know
I think she a 304 and she think she a wife
I can't even see me letting this bitch stay the night
It's alright she gone learn tho
I gotta couple other bitches
She gone have to wait her turn tho

I ain't do it yall way
Ak47 on me broad day
We come up off selling junkies 20's
In the hallway
Call Say
He pull up in that Honda
Where them broads stay
Saint don't be on shit he all cap
Yeah that's what yall say

These ain't nursery rhymes
You hear the hurt in these lines
Go through the worst of the worst
And act like I'm perfectly fine
And they say Omaha ain't like that
Go tell em come to Omaha and get his ice back
I'm right back
Just like crack sells
I ain't write that
2 toned coupe
Boy this bitch is not mixed
She white black

And I'm Pooh shiesty
Run up in yo shit dressed to the shoe like em
Scammin like my daddy
I'm the new SWIPER
I can't f*ck the bitch if she too messy
Nigga you pipe her
And I'm always gone be a thousand
I'm Like a new lighter
BIC nigga

Why you talkin shit if you a bitch nigga
You a man go out get up on your shit nigga
If you a man why you don't take care of yo jit nigga
If you a man why yo mama still in the bricks nigga
If you a man why yo sister still on WIC nigga
Uhh tell me this nigga

I went from not having shit to just having my way
I laid my daddy, to rest went got a tat on my face
I had coke in my nose and a heart full of rage. I had to grow up and show my baby girl what she made of.
I came from deep fried pork chops, potatoes and gravy on Sunday,
If granny could even scramble the plates
I Was dodging Bullets by the age of eight and made a way and I stand for every ghetto kid and I'm destined to pave the way
We ain't have no haircuts new school shoes or no fresh fades
So cracking jokes about my clothes gone serve you a fresh fade you get stumped out Now that we the ones jumping is wrong to jump now
Dumb down or get yo ass gunned down
Like red Kool-Aid on Lu lips I'm stuck here
And if I ever said its up nigga iss stuck there
Me and my people come out the jects it ain't no luck there
On my knees talking to God as if someone was up there.
I had to take a step back focus and get back to the basics.
You know the young and with the braids who used to rap in the basement.
I was supposed to blow so long ago I know I had niggas waiting.
I had to boss up for the check get back to the rap and shit later.
I had a couple bitches sponsor me, but that was for Reyia
My baby mama will tell you she don't need shit for my baby
These 22's on this impala since my dad was a player
I got these open face on can you imagine my haters
And it's too many niggas dead it's hard to make a song
Tryna tell the facts do these niggas justice just gone take too long
My daddy told me shit that hurt gone only make you strong
And sticks and stones don't break yo spirit they just break yo bones
They bitch gone fold after they catch you she won't take no calls
Niggas gone tell after they left wit you to break the law
You was breakin bad makin bread but they ain't break you off
What you gone do go for they stash or you gone take the loss
Make sure mama straight then pay the lawyer
And then brace for impact
But them niggas ain't get no get back
Cuz they don't know you did that
But you feel like you that nigga now
And they say iss money on yo head lil nigga you should simmer down
And daddy never said it'd be like this nigga
And all them diss songs you make can get you disfigured
And why you talkin out yo ass
You know I keep it 1000 like a lighter
I'm a BIC nigga
Why you talking shit if you a bitch nigga
You a man then go out get up on your shit nigga
If You a man why you don't take care of yo Jit nigga
If You a man then why yo moms still in the bricks nigga
If you a man then why yo sister still on WIC nigga
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Uh Back against the wall but I been here before
So it ain't shit I gotta do that I ain't did before
These niggas rappin bout a life they never lived before
I don't fit in wit these new rappers
But I'm next to blow
74
You think Saint a rob me
Shit you never know
This 1942 make me say shit I never said before
She want me to settle down
F*ck you tryna settle for
I'm finna put yo pussy up for sell is you gone let em know
I think she a 304 and she think she a wife
I can't even see me letting this bitch stay the night
It's alright she gone learn tho
I gotta couple other bitches
She gone have to wait her turn tho

I ain't do it yall way
Ak47 on me broad day
We come up off selling junkies 20's
In the hallway
Call Say
He pull up in that Honda
Where them broads stay
Saint don't be on shit he all cap
Yeah that's what yall say

These ain't nursery rhymes
You hear the hurt in these lines
Go through the worst of the worst
And act like I'm perfectly fine
And they say Omaha ain't like that
Go tell em come to Omaha and get his ice back
I'm right back
Just like crack sells
I ain't write that
2 toned coupe
Boy this bitch is not mixed
She white black

And I'm Pooh shiesty
Run up in yo shit dressed to the shoe like em
Scammin like my daddy
I'm the new SWIPER
I can't f*ck the bitch if she too messy
Nigga you pipe her
And I'm always gone be a thousand
I'm Like a new lighter
BIC nigga

Why you talkin shit if you a bitch nigga
You a man go out get up on your shit nigga
If you a man why you don't take care of yo jit nigga
If you a man why yo mama still in the bricks nigga
If you a man why yo sister still on WIC nigga
Uhh tell me this nigga

I went from not having shit to just having my way
I laid my daddy, to rest went got a tat on my face
I had coke in my nose and a heart full of rage. I had to grow up and show my baby girl what she made of.
I came from deep fried pork chops, potatoes and gravy on Sunday,
If granny could even scramble the plates
I Was dodging Bullets by the age of eight and made a way and I stand for every ghetto kid and I'm destined to pave the way
We ain't have no haircuts new school shoes or no fresh fades
So cracking jokes about my clothes gone serve you a fresh fade you get stumped out Now that we the ones jumping is wrong to jump now
Dumb down or get yo ass gunned down
Like red Kool-Aid on Lu lips I'm stuck here
And if I ever said its up nigga iss stuck there
Me and my people come out the jects it ain't no luck there
On my knees talking to God as if someone was up there.
I had to take a step back focus and get back to the basics.
You know the young and with the braids who used to rap in the basement.
I was supposed to blow so long ago I know I had niggas waiting.
I had to boss up for the check get back to the rap and shit later.
I had a couple bitches sponsor me, but that was for Reyia
My baby mama will tell you she don't need shit for my baby
These 22's on this impala since my dad was a player
I got these open face on can you imagine my haters
And it's too many niggas dead it's hard to make a song
Tryna tell the facts do these niggas justice just gone take too long
My daddy told me shit that hurt gone only make you strong
And sticks and stones don't break yo spirit they just break yo bones
They bitch gone fold after they catch you she won't take no calls
Niggas gone tell after they left wit you to break the law
You was breakin bad makin bread but they ain't break you off
What you gone do go for they stash or you gone take the loss
Make sure mama straight then pay the lawyer
And then brace for impact
But them niggas ain't get no get back
Cuz they don't know you did that
But you feel like you that nigga now
And they say iss money on yo head lil nigga you should simmer down
And daddy never said it'd be like this nigga
And all them diss songs you make can get you disfigured
And why you talkin out yo ass
You know I keep it 1000 like a lighter
I'm a BIC nigga
Why you talking shit if you a bitch nigga
You a man then go out get up on your shit nigga
If You a man why you don't take care of yo Jit nigga
If You a man then why yo moms still in the bricks nigga
If you a man then why yo sister still on WIC nigga
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Writer: Areyia Haase, Kevin Louis
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Performed By: Who Tf Is Lil Saint
Language: English
Length: 3:52
Written by: Areyia Haase, Kevin Louis

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