Lyrics You Can't Kill Me - Saucy Santana

You Can't Kill Me

Riding through Miami, it was glory
The stripper hoes, they adore me
I’m doing shit the girls couldn’t do before me (Nope)
It always be
That one lame nigga (Sorry ass)
Who couldn’t take so he had to pull the trigger (Pull the trigger)
The labels calling, the deals getting bigger
I went back to my hood and had a cookout with my niggas
Rolls Royce riding (Riding)
I had a bunch of bad bitches, we was vibing (Ahhh)
My mama told me keep grinding
My man called, said Bae keep shining (Thank you, Daddy)
In the mansion with Tommie we was wilding
Mannie Fresh, shit bitch I’m big-timing
Naw hoe, this ain’t no Love &HipHop
I ain’t on the show sis, ya storyline still flopped
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (Line it up)
I’m a bad bitch, man y’all can’t kill me (Nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (Yeah)
I’m a bad bitch, man y’all can’t kill me (Nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (Line it up)
I’m a bad bitch, man y’all can’t kill me (Nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (Yeah)
I’m a bad bitch, man y’all can’t kill me
No weapon formed shall prosper (Thank you, Lord)
I was drunk as hell laid up at the doctor (Whew)
I’m Ghost, where Proctor?
FaceTime with Ma Dukes, sounding like a Opera
The police?
They ain’t give a fuck
I’m blessed baby boy, man that shit wasn’t luck
I got hit
I don’t give a fuck
I’m still touring the world while I’m chucking my deuces up
Tre pass the Patron
Turnt up and I’m ready to show 'em
Let’s go, it’s on
I’m screaming «Periodt, bitch!"like City Girl clone (JT)
Move over, I need my seat on the throne
I ain’t got no level yet, making moves on my own
These pussy niggas can’t handle it (Nope)
I stay crunk, ain’t no need for a mechanic, bitch (Yeah)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (Line it up)
I’m a bad bitch, man y’all can’t kill me (Nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (Yeah)
I’m a bad bitch, man y’all can’t kill me (Nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (Line it up)
I’m a bad bitch, man y’all can’t kill me (Nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (Yeah)
I’m a bad bitch, man y’all can’t kill me
Y’all hoes be talking crazy online (Let's fight)
Staying with your mama, you can’t speak on mine (Gross)
You just a broke ass opinion
Poor bitch, you don’t even got a dime (Bitch, I’m rich)
While you stalking, I’mma shine
Baby girl I’m in the light, you the lime (Sour ass hoes)
I get respect from real niggas (Yup)
I get respect from real hitters (Real trap shit)
I get respect from all the trappers
I sell dope, then became a rapper (9−1-1)
Perry Florida, what’s happening?
Showing love to same bitches I was trapping with (850)
I don’t need no army, Mr. Smart Ass
GIve me a pen, I’m finna sign for a lot of cash
The other bitch, she a old dirty hoe
Hit up Verizon so your phone don’t go off during your show
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (Line it up)
I’m a bad bitch, man y’all can’t kill me (Nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (Yeah)
I’m a bad bitch, man y’all can’t kill me (Nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (Line it up)
I’m a bad bitch, man y’all can’t kill me (Nine lives)
Real bitch, go to my hood and see (Yeah)
I’m a bad bitch, man y’all can’t kill me
Hahahaha (TreTrax, I think we got one, ha)
I see y’all internet bitches
You can’t motherfucking kill me
Bitch I’m just getting motherfucking started
It’s a long time 'fore I’m finna get out the motherfucking spot
Move the fuck over (It's Trax season, bruh)
I need my seat on the throne
Tre, let a bitch know