Saints of NOLA

Lyrics

Yo, I reign supreme, call me Mark Valadez A royal vision in black and gold threads My throne's the dome where the Saints, they march in Champions rise, that's the verse we're starting Hold up, here comes the crowd, feel that aura? That's the spirit of NOLA, brewing like coffee, no cora Who dat say they gonna beat them Saints? I just laugh, as my kingdom awaits Got my city on my back, while I'm counting my stacks French Quarter royalty, no jester’s hat, facts

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