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salute - fukkit lyrics

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salute lyrics
[intro]
ayy
uh, yeah
ayy
uh, yeah
yeah, mess with them
oh, yeah, uh (ayy)

[chorus]
on the block, they salute when i address ’em (salute)
i got b*tches at the spot
they in my clothes playin’ dress*up (ayy, ayy, ayy)
.223s to his tee, and make him red like he spill ketchup (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
uh*huh, way too broke for conversation (yeah)
little boy, get yo’ check up (get it up), uh
f*ck the b*tch, i pass her to the gang
why the f*ck they playin’ with me?
you notice they all gon’ charge it to the gang
(charge it to the gang)
and i bought my glock a lasеr
even though i know i know i got aim
and she drop her top so еager
i can just tell that she got good brain (brain, ugh)

[verse]
yeah, she got straight a’s, but the b*tch got double d’s (double d’s)
when i’m hittin’ that ho from the back
she gon’ bend over, and i’m makin’ her touch her knees (touch her knees)
and the piece right now by my hip, so i bet n0body out here touchin’ me (touchin’ me)
how the f*ck you talkin’ ’bout gucci belts when you ain’t even touched one g? (hahaha)
ha
i only speak guap, and that’s how where i gotta be
i’ma f*ck it and dip like guac
[?] i gotta be
and l!ckin’ the tippy*top of the d*ck
i swear that it feel like i gotta pee
when i hop in the pit
i’m punchin’ a fan in the face
and i swear it don’t bother me (ha)
hahaha (ha)
where the m’s at?
the opps gotta stay where the feds at (yeah)
if you speak ’round the gang, that’s a dead man (okay)
when i’m poppin’ this glock, make the lead dance
make two hoes cum together like church hands (p*ssy)
i’ma rub ’em together like birdman (aha)
but she gotta be clean like church pants (aha)
i still do what i want when it’s her plans
huh, true
[chorus]
on the block, they salute when i address ’em (salute)
i got b*tches at the spot, they in my clothes playin’ dress*up (ayy, ayy, ayy)
.223s to his tee, and make him red like he spill ketchup (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
uh*huh, way too broke for conversation (yeah), little boy, get yo’ check up (get it up), uh
f*ck the b*tch, i pass her to the gang
why the f*ck they playin’ with me?
you notice they all gon’ charge it to the gang
(charge it to the gang)
and i bought my glock a laser
even though i know i know i got aim
and she drop her top so eager
i can just tell that she got good brain (brain, ugh)

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