Wes Brooks - No Saint

YSL shorty, just might sail seven seas for it
Kept my eyes on your prize in spite of several decoys
Couldn’t you tell I’m under your spell? Kinda sorta feel like you leave me no choice
Face down in the pillowcase, only way she come and go without making no noise
Why you wan’ dip on ole boy? Just so you can wear my jewels on cam?
I don’t wanna make a fool of yo’ man but he better not assume rules don’t bend
Bet my brodie’s tool won’t jam, since lockdown hit a few old friends
Still around people I knew in ‘010, had to come with it ‘cause I’m done wishin’, through hopin’
Done wishin’, coalition roll through the city in a Dub Edition
Whip game got etiquette
I ain’t tryin’ to put you down, I’m just ambitious
I don’t love money but I love addition
I’m the one with the magic, Don Bishop
And the past is something I have trouble missing
And the past is something she has trouble missing
She gon’ look back at it still
Hand sanitize ‘fore you grab the wheel
This is woodgrain, shawty might catch splinters
I’m a A-T representer
And I’m finna take the stage, talking dead center
If she pitch a product, might invest in her
Boys who ain’t got it not impressing’ her
She’s no saint, trust me, I know things
Don’t shoot the messenger
YSL shorty, just might sail seven seas for it
Kept my eyes on your prize in spite of several decoys
Couldn’t you tell I’m under your spell? Kinda sorta feel like you leave me no choice
Face down in the pillowcase, only way she come and go without making no noise
YSL shorty, just might sail seven seas for it
Kept my eyes on your prize in spite of several decoys
Couldn’t you tell I’m under your spell? Kinda sorta feel like you leave me no choice
Face down in the pillowcase, only way she come and go without making no noise

Written by:
Weston Westbrooks

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