Ghazi Gamali - "New Orleans SAINT" lyrics

If ya talkin' bout checks I get several those If ya talkin' bout checks write 7 0's Marty Mard is a pimp I got 7 hoes Yea I get so much p**y I started sellin hoes I am the young God I spit heaven flows I am the answer but only heaven knows So I don't blame those disciples that oppose A n***a fresher than Michael I outta pose I make a PYT lose all ha clothes She ah Pretty Young Thing but she be actin' old An I be lookin like a SAINT in all black with gold chains And teeth I look like I be jackin gold I get treated like a Saint by these catholic hoes I turn a n***a to ah Saint with these calicoes Ya b**h tip toe'n out like them ballet hoes She say that dick "hella bomb" I love my LA hoes And my car so cold that the valet froze And I don't cuff hoes cause they have they goals I make a n***a b**h strip then she grab my pole Dont a n***a spit sick I got so much soul I put the Tommy in the Martin then I'm ready to roll I got the Tommy in the Martin got dam I'm Cole Thats a Ashton an ah Martin episode Plus a tommy gun dam I'm a Martian with the flow Im from the 5 to the 0 to the 4 n***as this real usually die for they blow Ha body so wavy ima dive in it slow An ha p**y so k**a ima die in it slow I'm so ahead you could die in my flow Im so ahead i ain't on beat no mo I hear the beat then I go The beats is gold it eat ya soul All these hatin a** n***as on that keyshia cole Im in ah all white benz watch me bleach the road Threw his body off the buildin had to LEAP who TOAD Ima a NEW ORLEANS n***a dam he too cold Watch me beat this beat this beat to the beat erode Sweet n***a ya sweeties old Im in the presidential suite smokin purple with some sealy hoes Peep the 90's flow I got 90 mo Dawg you couldn't f** with me back in 94 YEA