
No Saint DeJ Loaf
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[Verse]
I'm no saint, but I'm Saint Laurent steppin'
I'll make my own way, I don't need no favors
You can't be my friend, and my hater
Niggas gotta pick a side before you get shaped up
You too, we'll paint your face up
Got the big head, we'll tear your lace up
Good mornin', I don't need no makeup
Your ass and your titties fake, without it, tip dry
My niggas gotta eat, I sat 'em all at the table
I said we ain't gon' do no beef, we gon' bake potatoes
They thought I left, thought I put my cape up
Bet on yourself, nigga, put your cake up
Got the middleman out, get your pay cut
I can feel the hate, I know that they envy us
I been distant, I know that they missin' me
How can you bring up rap and don't mention me?
How many months? You gotta be kiddin' me
You's a fool if you think I ain't goin' down in history
I won't fold, I won't fold, I won't fold, I won't bend
Can't no amount of paper make me turn on my friends
Run through my veins, it's in my bones, it's in my heart and on my skin
I be with some shooters that don't like to be on film
They can't fuck with you or your bestest friend
Breakin' for the baby, stop whinin'
I'm no saint, but I'm Saint Laurent steppin'
I'll make my own way, I don't need no favors
You can't be my friend, and my hater
Niggas gotta pick a side before you get shaped up
You too, we'll paint your face up
Got the big head, we'll tear your lace up
Good mornin', I don't need no makeup
Your ass and your titties fake, without it, tip dry
My niggas gotta eat, I sat 'em all at the table
I said we ain't gon' do no beef, we gon' bake potatoes
They thought I left, thought I put my cape up
Bet on yourself, nigga, put your cake up
Got the middleman out, get your pay cut
I can feel the hate, I know that they envy us
I been distant, I know that they missin' me
How can you bring up rap and don't mention me?
How many months? You gotta be kiddin' me
You's a fool if you think I ain't goin' down in history
I won't fold, I won't fold, I won't fold, I won't bend
Can't no amount of paper make me turn on my friends
Run through my veins, it's in my bones, it's in my heart and on my skin
I be with some shooters that don't like to be on film
They can't fuck with you or your bestest friend
Breakin' for the baby, stop whinin'
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