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The 4 Saints

The last resort, I'm out of trust I wanna leave and I wanna love The night is cold, my brain is fucked I promise I won't fall or lose Gimme your

a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so This discipline's so rare so please applaud Yeh 4st. 7, an

ABCDEF Im A G To The End The End Of The Road But Back In The Kitchen At The End Of The Stove Looks Like We At The End Of The O Drop A 4 In A 20 Ounce

Love me like a brotherTreat you like a friend Respect you like a lover You could bet that Never gotta sweat that [x4] If you could be the cash I'll

and I choose you, you're so cool No need to save yourself for someone else to come So we went completely wild We kicked over a city street light And Saint

for you stray bubble but her quiet storm like a tre muffle age double, no forgetting money and straight hustle fake muscles get you a off day denim shirt be from All Saints

Live my life (4x) *42 second intro whose speakers are impossible to list individually* [killah priest] Five brothers they were layin in the lobby And

my ear loves check Bbs is on my wrist 20 karats on my neck While you'll sliding in that little bity o6 vet Im waiting on the runway for my g4 jet

they call me toon. i got these bitches tuned in Iits a crazy world, so i stay in line nd niggas dont cross the line Nigga stay in line, like welfare, im saint