Mawu Ndi Matembenuzidwe - Saint
— yoyimba ndi Imanbek
"Saint" mawu ndi zomasulira. Dziwani amene adalemba nyimboyi. Pezani yemwe ali wopanga komanso wotsogolera kanema wanyimboyi. "Saint" wolemba, mawu, makonzedwe, nsanja zotsatsira, ndi zina zotero. "Saint" ndi nyimbo yomwe idapangidwa pa kazak. "Saint" idayimbidwa ndi Imanbek
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LYRICS:
Please don’t play wit it course i stay wit it
Please don’t play wit it course i stay wit it
Trying to have a block party i’m tapping it
Ganja baby i don't pop molly she love bad man and she want dat cocky
Left that bloody man done it wit buni
Top boy head rest be like sully
Like yo where you getting involved got 5 machines on tha beat in tha booth wit bro make her 6:30 make her touch her toes
Please don’t play wit it course i
Stay wit it trying to have a block party i’m tapping it
I'm aping it she cant take the dick ooo she faced the kid
I'm not fake wit it every one got something to say
I got nothing to prove chatting online you got nothing to do but i stand on that when i buck it for you
She's ok with it course i stay with it trying to have a block party i'm tapping it
Please don’t play wit it
Course i stay wit it trying to have a block party
I’m tapping it every one got something to say
I got nothing to prove chatting online you got nothing to do but i stand on that when i buck it for you
Ganja baby i don't pop molly she love bad man and she want dat cocky
Left that bloody man done it wit buni
Top boy head rest be like sully
Like yo where you getting involved got 5 machines on tha beat in tha booth wit bro make her 6:30 make her touch her toes
Big g herbo they call me goat i’m all in the back of her throat
Glock 23 wit a 30 i tote let it go if you want smoke
Murder she wrote that’s all we know i’ll blow it
I’m everybody killer you friend or foe
Don’t talk to me if you ain’t got a million or more hell yeah i make at least 4
Bossed up on a yacht wit a whole bunch of hoes got all of them driving the boat
We trappin again emptying loads that money keep coming let’s print up some more
The root of the tree rotten nobody grows so pop it rocking out everybody shows
What happened to lil buddy nobody know everybody start upping poles straight out the trenches where nobody goes all that fake shit gets exposed
Still locked in wit all my bros though that’s if you stick to tha code red beams on all the glocks and dracos aim it and knock off your nose
No new friends don’t make those lame n*ggas i hate those
We don’t trick on stank hoes but i got all that bankrolls from that raq like d rose in la i stay though
Life is not a game so fuck ima play for
Ganja baby i don't pop molly she love bad man and she want dat cocky
Left that bloody man done it wit buni
Top boy head rest be like sully
Like yo where you getting involved got 5 machines on tha beat in tha booth wit bro make her 6:30 make her touch her toes