Like a bitch,
Like a bitch,
Ya’ll know me
Mississippi ho, I’m a real O.G.
“Yeah! x7” < Backround
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If ya sick of being sick, and ya tired of bein broke
Go get yo cousin bring yo ass to saint’s row
“Saint’s Row! Bitch!,
Saint’s row,
Bitch!
If ya wanna do the led on the flow,
Bitch
I lost it, I still could, nobody cares, how I feel, would,
Saints row!
Saints row! Saints row
Saints row!
I lost it, I still could, nobody cares, how I feel, would,
Saint’s row!
Saints row! Saints row!
Saint’s row!
Ya left me in the middle of hell wit no hope
Ya put me in the trap and straps wit no dope
No food no water, kids drownin in the miss
I ex car why my people gotta live like this
I loot, I shoot,
Getcha ass that’s survival
Police, two bit slugs on the rival
Helicopter’s hum, but they leave, wit nobody in ‘em
Send em all to hell, where gasoline {tinems?}
Like dirty white Tee {is da police ma outfit?}
Aw that’s the black fist
Middle finger up, like a {tannis?} gatha’, the kids,
They can live wit David Banner yo!
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This is for golf boy,
Yo beach, pass {fist the anim?},
like a grown man crying
White stripper, from his hand
America is fake, and ain’t never David down wit dat
Bust day afta help fatha fought a land
Can’t live wit ma self
And not ride for the week
Little kids can’t eat, bodies floatin in the streets
TV on the TV givin a fake speech
If I die, I’ma die tryna feed Mississippi
This is 8 times worse than inner 9/11 was,
Hurricane hit, 3 days, No help cuz,
And I wonder where my president was..
I wonder where my president was..
{CHORUS}
Yeah!
Saint’s row! X3
{Chorus}
