ISCARIOT by SAINT JUDAS Lyrics

Quote from the song “ISCARIOT” by SAINT JUDAS

Pulled up at the crib or something
Lookin’ like you should or couldn’t
You can never trust a woman
‘Hold up wait no you shouldn’t’
You wanna see me get low at the shows
Gone have to lease off your Roles’
And maybe sell on your souls (you bitch)
I’m counting cash now
Long weave and the bands out
He ain’t never met a bitch who really bout’ the cash count
And I keep a photo memory
You know I might press develop on some jealousy
Down town guys be brushing my hair
My baby good in Moncler
Ain’t another bitch that compares
And accepting any currency
He sent me figures all the way from Germany
And just know that I’ll be fucking with him
If he got ink on his skin then Saint going in (going in)
And just know that I’ll be fucking with him
If he got ink on his skin then baby Saint gonna sin (gonna sin)

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “ISCARIOT”

• Produced: Syndrome
• Written: SAINT JUDAS
• Release Date: July 18, 2018

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “ISCARIOT” Released in 2018

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Pulled up at the crib or something
Lookin’ like you should or couldn’t
You can never trust a woman
‘Hold up wait no you shouldn’t’
You wanna see me get low at the shows
Gone have to lease off your Roles’
And maybe sell on your souls (you bitch)
I’m counting cash now
Long weave and the bands out
He ain’t never met a bitch who really bout’ the cash count
And I keep a photo memory
You know I might press develop on some jealousy
Down town guys be brushing my hair
My baby good in Moncler
Ain’t another bitch that compares
And accepting any currency
He sent me figures all the way from Germany
And just know that I’ll be fucking with him
If he got ink on his skin then Saint going in (going in)
And just know that I’ll be fucking with him
If he got ink on his skin then baby Saint gonna sin (gonna sin)

Talking in my ear he be asking me questions
Corrections-
No he won’t ever be in my mentions
They be spending money just tryna’ look good
Baby I be stacking paper just to get out the damn Hood
Step the fuck back if you ain’t getting invested
Finessed it
I zoned out looked in interested
He tells me to stay quite when his mama come through
Do I look like one of fucking Frizel’s daughters to you?
Late night writing
While they home and just slept
I took my time to prefect
Blew up and got the respect nah-
And I ain’t stopping till I move to the hills
My mom paid all of her bills
Got bigger shit to fulfil
And still enough to say I used the ink my biro
My eye roll
Bitch you sleep and wait on your giro
Ain’t even finished and they wanting the next
Didn’t know I’d have that effect
But Saint the fuck you expect