Lyrics Saint - EL Toro

Got a new bitch she from Canada
Waist looking real slim dress looking scandalous
She don't say my name how you know it she's a fan or sum
In her making sounds when she moan it sounds marvelous
Fabulous
To the main stage feeling credulous
Opps heard them flockas now they wanna call an armistice
I ain't ever rude you ain't fat you got corpulence
Feeling like a Saint take Jesus and not Barnabas
Saint saint saint saint
Feeling so high nigga prolly on a plane
Saint saint saint saint
I'll be outta Earth 'fore Jeus post to came
Saint saint saint saint
Feeling so high nigga prolly on a plane
Saint saint saint saint
Nigga prolly died sent him to his grave
In and out we walking to the bank
Got up so quick i ain't fallen till i'm dead
I be so creative you can't utter what I'm saying
Matter fact niggas be like 'wtf he saying?'
Oppa choppa I'm a slapper and a rapper not a capper
Ass getting fatter how i slapped her on the dresser
I'm a dancer and a singer I'm king up in my kingdom
I can snap my finger or i put on the trigger
She ain't single but she mingle different dick in every window
Bells do the jingle sea water do the trickle
Got a upper and a cutter imma take you to your maker
Got a whole gang and them niggas never play
Shatatata I'm making rhymes up with my Gun
Opps they were 5 heard them shots they were 5
Took another car so we can run up all the block
Nigga I'm so precise i had a 9 and still alive
Fu'd her her her her they want a rematch told em no
4 bitches all they be sucking till I'm gone
(Ha ha ha ha ha) i had your bitch she on my lap
She don't wanna leave so i told her give me top
Yeah this ain't no game
Write up my story I ain't even bout the fame
Nigga I'm on top me and you we not the same
You can have your bitch back, her top was so lame (Toro)