MYSELF Lyrics – Saint BaLenci

MYSELF Lyrics by Saint BaLenci

I just need myself I don’t need no help
Cocaine white you should see how it sells
Prada and Gucci down to her feet
She a real bad girl that belongs to the street

I just need myself I don’t need no help
I was trapping hard with the food off the shelf
Cocaine white you should see how it sells
One false move and we’re ringing the bells

Prada and Gucci down to her feet
White toes painted yeah she a freak
She a real bad girl that belongs to the street
She’ll be singing my song by the end of the week

Lurked two timеs on the opp block
Saw one opp should of seen how he got droppеd
I don’t play about my business I don’t do no hopscotch
Got cropped, name an operation that got stopped

Not thinking twice when I’m making these decisions
When I put a knife in your chest and it splits like it’s division
I’ve been taking all these trips to my babe like a mission
She really can’t fathom the life that I never knew I’m living

I can do the Rolls Royce or the Maybach
You can make that choice or you stay back
When they hear my voice I just make racks
Let the nine make noise watch em get whacked

Watch ourselves on the news on the TV
Too many seen my style wanna be me
Drip too cold but she drips when she sees me
Guarantee she’s falling in love by the third week

Guarantee she’s falling in love by the third week
Drip too cold but she drips when she sees me
Too many seen my style and they wanna be me
Watch ourselves on the news and up on the TV

I just need myself I don’t need no help
I was trapping hard with the food off the shelf
Cocaine white you should see how it sells
One false move and we’re ringing the bells

Prada and Gucci down to her feet
White toes painted yeah she a freak
She a real bad girl that belongs to the street
She’ll be singing my song by the end of the week

Maybach
Roll with my brother from way back
We pull out the kay you best stay back
She ask for more dicking then lay back

Play with her p#ss# it’s foreign
Four b#tches I move like a Mormon
Latina she moving too foreign
Her #ss is two worlds out of orbit

Gotta stay humble I’m blessed
She wants all my time like I’m stressed
All this hate and they’re thinking I’m pressed
They move like some b#tches I guess

Hit her with the French, comment allez-vous
Ne m’appelle pas, I’m with the whole crew
Agenouillé-toi, they’re looking all blue
Je veux mettre ma bite dans ton cul

Je veux mettre ma bite dans ton cul
Agenouillé-toi, they’re looking all blue
Ne m’appelle pas, I’m with the whole crew
Hit her with the French, comment allez-vous

I just need myself I don’t need no help
I was trapping hard with the food off the shelf
Cocaine white you should see how it sells
One false move and we’re ringing the bells

Prada and Gucci down to her feet
White toes painted yeah she a freak
She a real bad girl that belongs to the street
She’ll be singing my song by the end of the week

She got like, white toes
White nose
Tight p#ss#
Foreign hoes

Big t#tt#es
On my throne
Missed calls
Four phones
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Saint BaLenci Lyrics – MYSELF

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MYSELF