Top Songs By André DeSaint
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Clarke
Songwriter
Matthæus Overgaard Jensen
Songwriter
Elton Pichardo
Songwriter
Lyrics
I lost my mind a couple times bitch I ain't losing it again
She ain't gon' show up empty handed shorty usually bring a friend
I'll be unruly till the end
Instead of dick riding
If you was with me shooting in the gym
Then maybe you could've been him
Throw some vintage in the fit that shit say Stüssy on the brim
Jewelry shopping in New York done got me booted in some Timbs
I've been on a crazy run it's like I'm looping all my wins
Could give a fuck if niggas like me I don't do this shit for friends
I been nice since back when Boosie did a stint
Wipe me down bitch
You fuck with bad bitches then you know how small a town gets
They getting too big for their britches I make em down shift
I see you niggas and think of police you're like a Crown Vic
Can't see into the future but I know it's bright as hell
Keep going till I get it never been the type to fail
Look, she a soul snatching animal
You look you might could tell
Shit, I keep my best eater in the crib like The Whale
Look behind the smoke and mirrors all they got is hype to sell
If you gon' let them buy your soul then make sure you price it well
Seen niggas gamble with their whole life and roll the dice to hell
If I'm in there then I'm smoking bitch I'm moving like Chappelle
It's DeSaint
Let the glass touch
Cold blooded basterds
Ain't nobody moving past us
I could use the rest but I'd rather fill the stash up
OG on my line telling me to keep the grass cut
Shit I been through I ain't think I'd live to tell the story later
Need like 40 flavors of some Mauri gators
Shorty savor the taste of the king you just a shorty saver
Just save your paper
Smoked salmon pickled onions capucine capers
What she cooked me in the AM
Before I hit the back breaker
And jumped in a AMG from '93
I gotta go bout 20 miles on I-75 to pick me up a P
No distribution all 16 ounces of fire and them shits all for me
Everything I got I earned and none of the shit that I got was fucking free
Picking buds up out of bucket seats
Smoking blunts and clutching cheeks
Hell'z OWN who the fuck else am I supposed to be
Aside from fucking me
Not a soul on earth exists that I would rather be
Not a sight that I'd rather see
Cold blooded bastard born as lonely seed
Myself's my only need
This life's a movie
And it's rollin G
Let the glass touch
Cold blooded basterds
Ain't nobody moving past us
I could use the rest but I'd rather fill the stash up
OG on my line telling me to keep the grass cut
Writer(s): Andre Clarke, Elton Pichardo, Matthæus Overgaard Jensen
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