Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saint Laurenttt, artist - NAV. Album song Good Intentions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XO
Song language: English
Saint Laurenttt |
| Woah, woah, woah |
| Woah, woah, woah |
| Woah, woah, woah |
| Woah, woah, woah, woah |
| Cover your feet in Saint Laurent |
| Girl, I’ll buy you whatever you want |
| Pockets full of racks, can’t fold them up (Yeah) |
| Pockets full of racks, can’t fold them up (Yeah) |
| Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (My cup) |
| I can’t text you back, baby girl, I’m stuck (I'm stuck) |
| Pockets full of racks, can’t fold them up (Yeah) |
| Pockets full of racks, can’t fold them up (Yeah) |
| Geeked |
| You say I only see you when I’m geeked |
| You laugh 'cause I’m slurrin' when I speak |
| Relax, take this Perky with me |
| Fuck with me, you get a Birky for free |
| Fuck with me, you gotta deal with birds chirpin' at me |
| Lots of attention when we walk down the street |
| Nothin' but designer cover your feet |
| I made a lot of money rappin', makin' beats |
| Say you wanna get some work done, you’re perfect to me |
| I get a lot of bags, what’s a Birkin to me? |
| I know some people lurkin', they lookin' for me |
| They just mad they girl had an appointment with me |
| Everywhere I go out, they be pointin' at me |
| Never worry 'bout 'em, ain’t important to me |
| Everywhere I go, they know my joint go with me |
| Every day I wear Diors, what’s some Jordans to me? |
| Cover your feet in Saint Laurent |
| Girl, I’ll buy you whatever you want |
| Pockets full of racks, can’t fold them up (Yeah) |
| Pockets full of racks, can’t fold them up (Yeah) |
| Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (My cup) |
| I can’t text you back, baby girl, I’m stuck (I'm stuck) |
| Pockets full of racks, can’t fold them up (Yeah) |
| Pockets full of racks, can’t fold them up (Yeah) |
| Sleep |
| I see you in my dreams when I sleep |
| Your new man dirty hands rubbin' on your feet |
| I bought a lot of shit I let you keep |
| And when it’s over nothin' left for me |
| Stab me in the back, I thought you loyal to me |
| Don’t know why your temperature be boilin' with me |
| Always yellin', always miss the point when I speak |
| Lately, your decisions disappointin' to me |
| Lately, you been horrible to me |
| I don’t care if you’re mad, you’re still adorable to me |
| Behind on all your bills, that shit affordable to me |
| We could wear designer in the house, come quarantine with me |
| I miss your presence when I got a boring ting with me |
| Lately, all these girls are gettin' annoying to me |
| At first, being with you was enjoying to me |
| Infected with your love, it’s like poison to me |
| Cover your feet in Saint Laurent |
| Girl, I’ll buy you whatever you want |
| Pockets full of racks, can’t fold them up (Yeah) |
| Pockets full of racks, can’t fold them up (Yeah) |
| Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (My cup) |
| I can’t text you back, baby girl, I’m stuck (I'm stuck) |
| Pockets full of racks, can’t fold them up (Yeah) |
| Pockets full of racks, can’t fold them up (Yeah) |