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SAINT PATEK Video (MV)




Performed By: Pick Patek
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: JAMES PICKERING




Pick Patek - SAINT PATEK Lyrics




They call me mr Saint patek I run this shit like nmd
I be smokin back to back my bro he sip on hennesy
She look like she might need savin girl I'm not yo remedy
Had to cut a lot of ties cause I ain't feel they energy
A lot of snakes up in the grass thats why we move so quietly
All these rappers is my sons I might just start a dynasty
I flew to LA twice and now I only smoke the finest weed
Always gone but still yo girl ain't got no trouble finding me

Yeah yeah, imma do it for the money and the fame
Never lie shawty im the one to blame
No hands on the wheel switching lanes
Yeah yeah
No hands on the wheel switching lanes
Got the flow that will make em go insane
On stage I be goin super sayin
I be countin' up my paper like its loose leaf
No room for your friends it got two seats
Breakin' down a QP no Drew Brees
Talkin' to your girl she wanna kick it like bruce lee
In a two piece suit it got two C's
Shorty in the Louis but the belt got two G's
What's your GPA eah its a 2.3
MJ nah it ain't a question if I shoot 3s

When you at the top you got nowhere go
In my city smoking purp and move hella slow
We all good as long as she ain't lookin thru my phone

They call me mr Saint patek I run this shit like nmd
I be smokin back to back my bro he sip on hennesy
She look like she might need savin girl I'm not yo remedy
Had to cut a lot of ties cause I ain't feel they energy
A lot of snakes up in the grass thats why we move so quietly
All these rappers is my sons I might just start a dynasty
I flew to LA twice and now I only smoke the finest weed
Always gone but still yo girl ain't got no trouble finding me

Hilfiger jacket aye what's crackin', that girl slide no credit card
Woke up faded off some edibles, I might take off go to mars
She got ice inside her veins but she know I ain't got a heart
So we just f*ck and then I skrt off in my whip that's push to start
She said I'm so full of myself
Eah
What the f*ck should I be right now
I be counting rack from these shows that they wanna to shut down
But the mof*ckin' scene too loud
They be knockin' at my door bout the noise Said i ain't playing beats
But the muf*ckin' weed too loud
I be where you wanna be in 5 years right now,
So don't hit me for no feature for the free right now

When you at the top you got nowhere go
In my city smoking purp and move hella slow
We all good as long as she ain't lookin thru my phone
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They call me mr Saint patek I run this shit like nmd
I be smokin back to back my bro he sip on hennesy
She look like she might need savin girl I'm not yo remedy
Had to cut a lot of ties cause I ain't feel they energy
A lot of snakes up in the grass thats why we move so quietly
All these rappers is my sons I might just start a dynasty
I flew to LA twice and now I only smoke the finest weed
Always gone but still yo girl ain't got no trouble finding me

Yeah yeah, imma do it for the money and the fame
Never lie shawty im the one to blame
No hands on the wheel switching lanes
Yeah yeah
No hands on the wheel switching lanes
Got the flow that will make em go insane
On stage I be goin super sayin
I be countin' up my paper like its loose leaf
No room for your friends it got two seats
Breakin' down a QP no Drew Brees
Talkin' to your girl she wanna kick it like bruce lee
In a two piece suit it got two C's
Shorty in the Louis but the belt got two G's
What's your GPA eah its a 2.3
MJ nah it ain't a question if I shoot 3s

When you at the top you got nowhere go
In my city smoking purp and move hella slow
We all good as long as she ain't lookin thru my phone

They call me mr Saint patek I run this shit like nmd
I be smokin back to back my bro he sip on hennesy
She look like she might need savin girl I'm not yo remedy
Had to cut a lot of ties cause I ain't feel they energy
A lot of snakes up in the grass thats why we move so quietly
All these rappers is my sons I might just start a dynasty
I flew to LA twice and now I only smoke the finest weed
Always gone but still yo girl ain't got no trouble finding me

Hilfiger jacket aye what's crackin', that girl slide no credit card
Woke up faded off some edibles, I might take off go to mars
She got ice inside her veins but she know I ain't got a heart
So we just f*ck and then I skrt off in my whip that's push to start
She said I'm so full of myself
Eah
What the f*ck should I be right now
I be counting rack from these shows that they wanna to shut down
But the mof*ckin' scene too loud
They be knockin' at my door bout the noise Said i ain't playing beats
But the muf*ckin' weed too loud
I be where you wanna be in 5 years right now,
So don't hit me for no feature for the free right now

When you at the top you got nowhere go
In my city smoking purp and move hella slow
We all good as long as she ain't lookin thru my phone
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Writer: JAMES PICKERING
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