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Saint C - Wildin' Lyrics



Saint C - Wildin' Lyrics
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Ha ha, yeah
Ha ha, yeah
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh
You don't understand the energy I channel (that I channel)
Get the money, what's the fame besides a scandal? (it's just a scandal)
Look here, I could only give a bitch a sample (just a sample!)
I just took the tennis bracelet off her ankle
Ah, uh, ah, point five, I ain't feelin' no more (feelin' no more)
Notha' point five might be seein' the lord (might be seein' the lord)
I might drive, I'm tryna' see this lil' whore (tryna' see this lil' whore)
If I die, I guess I'm ridin' it ghost (ha ha, haa)
Ha, you can talk bout me but you can't smear me (smear me)
I'm hot as f*ck, clearly (clearly)
And you'll get burned severely (burned)
Now look at all these f*ck, that coulda done discovered me early (hoes)
You're dumb as f*ck, purely (dumb)
Career is done, surely (ha ha, haa)
Ah yeah, now baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, whoa (whoa)
Yeah, bend that shit right over, let me dick ya down to your soul (soul)
Yeah, now let everybody in this bitch na, na, na, na, na, know (let 'em know)
That you droppin' that there on me because I'm God up in this hoe (hoe)
They can try, but it wouldn't be hope (no)
Can't lie, wouldn't really be smoke (smoke)
If it was, y'all probably just choke (choke)
If it was, y'all catch, heatstroke (hoe!)
With your bitch, deep stroke, deepthroat (haa!)
And I made that bitch there piss for me like I was her P.O (whoa)
I'm wildin, (yeah) everybody at the show was gettin' violent (wow)
We wildin, (wow) orgy in the Virgin Islands, bitch, I'm wildin' (bitch I'm)
I'm wildin, (wildin) you cannot disguise it when you go this seismic (ahh!)
I'm findin' (ahh!) everyone that go against me wind up dyin' (uhh)
I like it, (yeah, yeah) I like it how they think I won't go Titan (ahh, I like it, yeah)
I like it how these show coming through like stipend, yeah (how these show coming in though)
F*ck a redbone bitch on a PJ, I'm high as a pilot, yeah (Sizzler, yeah, yeah)
And the money don't grow on trees, but I still farm it, yeah (six-oh bad)
You don't understand the energy I channel (that I channel)
Get the money, what's the fame besides a scandal? (it's just a scandal)
Look here, I could only give a bitch a sample (just a sample!)
I just took the tennis bracelet off her ankle
Ah, uh, ah, point five, I ain't feelin' no more (feelin' no more)
Notha' point five might be seein' the lord (might be seein' the lord)
I might drive, I'm tryna' see this lil' whore (tryna' see this lil' whore)
If I die, I guess I'm ridin' it ghost
Now look at all these f*ck, that coulda done discovered me early
Ayy, baby, baby, baby, baby
And I made that bitch there piss for me
I'm wildin'
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Ha ha, yeah
Ha ha, yeah
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh
You don't understand the energy I channel (that I channel)
Get the money, what's the fame besides a scandal? (it's just a scandal)
Look here, I could only give a bitch a sample (just a sample!)
I just took the tennis bracelet off her ankle
Ah, uh, ah, point five, I ain't feelin' no more (feelin' no more)
Notha' point five might be seein' the lord (might be seein' the lord)
I might drive, I'm tryna' see this lil' whore (tryna' see this lil' whore)
If I die, I guess I'm ridin' it ghost (ha ha, haa)
Ha, you can talk bout me but you can't smear me (smear me)
I'm hot as f*ck, clearly (clearly)
And you'll get burned severely (burned)
Now look at all these f*ck, that coulda done discovered me early (hoes)
You're dumb as f*ck, purely (dumb)
Career is done, surely (ha ha, haa)
Ah yeah, now baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, whoa (whoa)
Yeah, bend that shit right over, let me dick ya down to your soul (soul)
Yeah, now let everybody in this bitch na, na, na, na, na, know (let 'em know)
That you droppin' that there on me because I'm God up in this hoe (hoe)
They can try, but it wouldn't be hope (no)
Can't lie, wouldn't really be smoke (smoke)
If it was, y'all probably just choke (choke)
If it was, y'all catch, heatstroke (hoe!)
With your bitch, deep stroke, deepthroat (haa!)
And I made that bitch there piss for me like I was her P.O (whoa)
I'm wildin, (yeah) everybody at the show was gettin' violent (wow)
We wildin, (wow) orgy in the Virgin Islands, bitch, I'm wildin' (bitch I'm)
I'm wildin, (wildin) you cannot disguise it when you go this seismic (ahh!)
I'm findin' (ahh!) everyone that go against me wind up dyin' (uhh)
I like it, (yeah, yeah) I like it how they think I won't go Titan (ahh, I like it, yeah)
I like it how these show coming through like stipend, yeah (how these show coming in though)
F*ck a redbone bitch on a PJ, I'm high as a pilot, yeah (Sizzler, yeah, yeah)
And the money don't grow on trees, but I still farm it, yeah (six-oh bad)
You don't understand the energy I channel (that I channel)
Get the money, what's the fame besides a scandal? (it's just a scandal)
Look here, I could only give a bitch a sample (just a sample!)
I just took the tennis bracelet off her ankle
Ah, uh, ah, point five, I ain't feelin' no more (feelin' no more)
Notha' point five might be seein' the lord (might be seein' the lord)
I might drive, I'm tryna' see this lil' whore (tryna' see this lil' whore)
If I die, I guess I'm ridin' it ghost
Now look at all these f*ck, that coulda done discovered me early
Ayy, baby, baby, baby, baby
And I made that bitch there piss for me
I'm wildin'
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Writer: Jared Condon
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Performed By: Saint C
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Jared Condon

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