Pretty Chilli - Saddam Hussein (prod. by Lil' Ca$h) | Текст песни

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• Saddam Hussein (prod. by Lil' Ca$h)

Chorus:
You bitches wanna tell me who the fuck is saint
While each of you ain't nothin' but Saddam Hussein
Saddam Hussein
Saddam Hussein
Now won't you tell me who's saint, who's saint

1
Now won't you tell me who's saint,do I have to guess again
You keep your eyes on me and I really wanna see your pain
I'm not afraid of you fake bastards and dirty lames
Click-clack my fingers and I make you dance like Rick James
Bitch don't believe what you see, I'm hereditary witch
Yes I can see right through you and I do practice what I preach
Don't really wanna hurt ya feelings but your time is up
Like Prince of Persia you had only hour to find way out
You think the nightmare you watched last night is not so real
But damn I've been expectin' only you, Silent Hill
These hoes about to go crazy when I'm somewhere near
They know that they can end up harder than plays by Shakespear
Excuse me, dear, I'm not that innocent like Britney Spears
Excuse me twice, but I'm not guilty of your jealousy
Stop acting stupid, cuz you weren't born to copy me
As soon as I say 3 you disappear like Copperfield

Chorus:
You bitches wanna tell me who the fuck is saint
While each of you ain't nothin' but Saddam Hussein
Saddam Hussein
Saddam Hussein
Now won't you tell me who's saint, who's saint

2
I heard them whispers in the dark, they say I'm fuckin' strange
But if I'm gonna be Motaro, you're still Johnny Cage
I said I came from the dark side, hell yeah I do
And if you're still on your broke side, I come for you
No need to tell me I'm late, I always come in time
Instead it's gonna be surprise like Happy Valentine
Make up your mind, try to remember when you used to smile
Your names are on my list, guess you're the next who's gonna die
Fake bitches fall on the ground and start to pray loud
As if they survived an earthquake in Pakistan
But not a fuck was given, ain't no bitch to hold me down
Catherine the second in rap? See who's holdin' the crown
So you can keep blamin' the mirror, God or life itself
Cuz once you hate on me I'm gonna make you loose weight
You know that Santa Claus visits kids who good-behaved
Well if you've been acting bad you'll see Saddan Hussein

Chorus:
You bitches wanna tell me who the fuck is saint
While each of you ain't nothin' but Saddam Hussein
Saddam Hussein
Saddam Hussein
Now won't you tell me who's saint, who's saint