SAINT JHN- 5 THOUSAND SINGLES (SLOWED/REVERB)

Original song and video by Saint Jhn. Enjoy.

Lyrics:
Ayy, you got fifty?
Nah, nah, you don't change from that shit
Back to the back, took it up to the max
Where them n*ggas wanna' act like I'm naughty
Fuck do you mean? It was totin' the green
N*gga, whole flow soundin' hypnotic
She see me throw all the money in the club
N*gga, five thousand singles in the air now
I need to see a bad bitch in the corner
Ass in the air, with her hair down
I, goin' on the I-95, n*gga, high
This is just the life that I won, upside
She don't wanna' touch me, she busy with her pride
Her waist twenty-one, but she really twenty-five
Eyes closed now, she's trying to hide
Runnin' up the green, and she falls in the vibe
She wanna' ride the wave, but the wave too high (too)
Doors go upside-down right side
Lit n*ggas comin' through the front door (woo, brrt)
I don't really think that you want us (skrrt)
Backed up shooting like I'm Rondo (hoo, hoo)
Way too lit to be humble
She all about my ratchet, but she virgin tight (shh)
She comes in the perfect height
You don't really gotta' keep searchin' wide (brrt)
She doesn't come from a perfect life
She all about my ratchet, but she perfect right
She comes in the perfect height
Hoodrat chick in a serving size
She doesn't come from a perfect life
But she low key, low key freak, but it's real low (ho)
I don't wanna do a whole lot of talkin' (woah!)
Her ass this fat, keep your head in the pillow (hey)
I'll help find you love in the mornin'
'Cause I ain't really tryna be nobody hero (hey, hey)
Tryna buy a house on Zillow
Wanna be the brand new Will and Jada
But I ain't ready for a Willow
I know I really gotta' hope that she really open
A n*gga goin' out of light, no with no promotion
I'm really, really, talkin' normally think I'm boastin'
This Ghetto Lenny but they treat me like I'm Michael Bolton
I could be the one, she the one for me
I don't care what she got underneath
I ain't really care if she got company
'Cause I'm a rich n*gga with a company, yeah ('scuse me)
Back to the back, took it up to the max
Where them n*ggas wanna' act like I'm naughty
Fuck do you mean? It was totin' the green
N*gga, whole flow soundin' hypnotic
She see me throw all the money in the club
N*gga, five thousand singles in the air now
I need to see a bad bitch in the corner
Ass in the air, with her hair down
I, goin' on the I-95, n*gga, high
This is just the life that I won upside
She don't wanna' touch me, she busy with her pride
Her waist twenty-one, but she really twenty-five
Eyes closed now, she's trying to hide
Runnin' up the green, and she falls in the vibe
She wanna' ride the wave, but the wave too high
Doors go upside-down right side
Lit n*ggas comin' through the front door (woo, brrt)
I don't really think that you want us (skrrt)
Backed up shooting like I'm Rondo (hoo, hoo)
Way too lit to be humble