st. nick - luh tyler lyrics
[intro]
skee
yeah, n*gga, ayy
shh, shh, oh, yeah
yeah, let’s do it, uh, let’s do it
[chorus]
i been busy gettin’ to them racks, my bag look like saint nick (look like saint nick, n*gga)
yo’ lil’ b*tch gon’ f*ck just ’cause i got that sack, i swear these hoes ain’t sh*t (these hoes ain’t sh*t)
i’m chasin this cake, n*gga, i’m gettin’ to the cheese, i’m doin’ this so quick (sh*t so quick, yeah)
these n*ggas always hatin’ on me, i feel like veeze, lil’ b*tch, get off my d*ck (get off my d*ck)
these n*ggas down bad on they ass (yeah), ain’t gettin’ no cheese, i swear that sh*t ain’t it (on gang, yeah)
n*gga, i’m so p, i don’t even think you could name a bad b*tch that i ain’t hit (on god, n*gga)
i stayed on the grind
i know n*ggas ain’t believe in the kid, i still ain’t quit (i still ain’t quit, huh)
n*gga, i got too many flows and too many ho*ho*hoes just like saint nick (just like saint nick)
[verse]
on gang, n*gga
i got too many hoes, i swear, i can’t even pick (i can’t even pick)
on gang, n*gga
i got so much racks in my pocket, it can’t even fit (can’t even fit)
on gang, yeah
this n*gga broke as a joke, lil’ boy, you funny as sh*t
on gang, n*gga (huh)
don’t wanna talk on the phone if it ain’t about money and sh*t (b*tch, bye)
don’t wanna talk on the phone (yeah), n*gga, just leave me alone
b*tch, i’m in my zone
like ho, what the f*ck is you on? (my zone)
told a b*tch that i’m a dog and i just wanna bone (rrr)
i’m a dog and i just wanna bone
i don’t even need me a stylist to put that sh*t on (i’ma put that sh*t on)
i’m finna get in my zone
take a n*gga’ b*tch and i bet he still playin’ my song (haha, yeah)
i’m on a flight right now, b*tch, i’m on the way to come turn up your city (turn up your city)
n*gga ain’t gettin’ no dough, you broke as a joke, you gotta be kiddin’ (gotta be kiddin’, n*gga)
n*gga, i stay on the grind, my hoes too fine, yeah, all of them pretty (my b*tches pretty)
yeah, i got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine b*tches with me (n*gga)
[chorus]
i been busy gettin’ to them racks, my bag look like saint nick (look like saint nick, huh)
yo’ lil’ b*tch gon’ f*ck just ’cause i got that sack, i swear these hoes ain’t sh*t (these hoes ain’t sh*t, n*gga)
i’m chasin this cake, n*gga, i’m gettin’ to the cheese, i’m doin’ this so quick (sh*t so quick, n*gga)
these n*ggas always hatin’ on me, i feel like veeze, lil’ b*tch, get off my d*ck (get off my d*ck)
these n*ggas down bad on they ass (on gang), ain’t gettin’ no cheese, i swear that sh*t ain’t it (that sh*t ain’t it, n*gga)
n*gga, i’m so p, i don’t even think you could name a bad b*tch that i ain’t hit (that ain’t hit, n*gga)
i stayed on the grind (yeah)
i know n*ggas ain’t believe in the kid, i still ain’t quit (i still ain’t quit, n*gga)
n*gga, i got too many flows and too many ho*ho*hoes just like saint nick (just like saint nick, yeah)
[outro]
i been busy gettin’ to them racks, my bag look like saint nick
yo’ lil’ b*tch gon’ f*ck just ’cause i got that sack, i swear these hoes ain’t sh*t
i’m chasin this cake, n*gga, i’m gettin’ to the cheese, i’m doin’ this so quick
these n*ggas always hatin’ on me, i feel like veeze, lil’ b*tch, get off my d*ck
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