Saint T

Dick Head (feat. Damian Adams & BTB)

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King on the mic, imma spit it when i rap That shit you don’t like, I’m a king call me that Mandem take orders, they ain’t no waitors Lyrical king like OG Creator Stepping up to me and i’m calling the cremater Look at fresh creps, whiter than white paper Never won awards but i’m making you applaud Studio, i can’t afford But I’m still making bangers, no mash Making banners, you a fan, not a madness Kill it every day, i’m on the track, dont take shit Looking at your life, it’s on the edge, can’t save it Making fucking music and i know i don’t say shit Gonna make it big make it simple like a day trip You know what i’m saying Gonna get fucked up near to the weigh in Then i say good luck, now i know your praying I’m a god like medusa Playing GTA, like the cops, imma lose ya Looking at me thinking, man i wanna be ya Your wilder I’m Tyson fury Knock man down like Tyson fury Frame man then get sent to Juvi Life is like a fucking movie Life is like a rollercoaster Few years, see my name on poster Famous, man I’m getting closer Other man they act as joker Goosebumps still when I rap Drive past hit your gang with a slap All my words are the truth no cap I’m great I know I’m a legend at trap Left the game for a while but I’m back Kill this shit when I spit on the track The raps I make are so robotic Them man nickname me Apple Mac Run then shoot my shot like Ings Brick shit house like Tyrone Mings Them man see me use their wings Link that girl, attach no strings Saint T and BTB, the kings Know eachother so well just like twins Got a bad bitch on my sack Imma hit it from the back Imma keep on doing raps Imma keep it going back to black, I’m back in black I’m counting stacks, her ass is fat, boutta grab a double tap James Bond, the beat, it ain’t discrete Peep the beat, skeet skeet F*ck it, I’m off leash with the p’s Take a seat, ass beat When I hop up, they’re all running, I’m coming up next Watch yourself when I go flex All of my dollars and checks I am so cocky cuz I am the best Better go speak with your chest Spicing my bars with possess Ranking so high in the test You’re trying so hard, it’s a mess
Sanatçı: Saint T
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