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salt dont kill playas - noclout suave lyrics

hard times gone bring out the best in me like i got the recipe no competition don’t care who ahead of me sh*t got hectic now so many dead to me n*ggas be fakin but know that they scared of me bro spot the opps i know he gon step for me we going up i just wish you was next to me he send a threat but he know he ain stretching me

n*ggas hate i peep sh*t that they say they want me to flop but don’t got what it take he play and get hit wit a drac im clutching da mop to knock sh*t out the way last namе ain smith why the f*ck ima stay she think ima dog how that b*tch ran away this b*tch got switch but it ain a glock tryna hop out on feet and leavе him ona block she fw them guys but she still give the drop i can give you my all but some sh*t gotta stop he play & we gon bleed the block smoking on strong got this sh*t from my pops do whatever it takes to put us at the top pouring up wock we watch how it drop pop out like i’m jack in a box he make the wrong move i bet he catch a shot

them n*ggas ain steppin for free
they steppin for me he asked the price i charge for a feat if i charge what i’m worth n*ggas couldn’t compete said he want me dead tell that boy take a seat make a f*ck n*gga bed when we put ‘em to sleep hop out just me & my heat like we play for miami i’m still slidin deep

try to run this b*tch you gon meet the man new b*tch got kick it just won’t let me down n*ggas 2 faced so they don’t come around hope he don’t try to run cause we gon hawk em down send a n*gga f*ck up & smoke him out the pound no love for the ones turn a smile to a frown i still hold a grudge for the ones let me down n*ggas know like joc b*tch it’s going down he come out the cut all you hear is a sound

(gon bring out the best in me like i got the recipe sh*t got hectic now so many dead to me(outro)… salt don’t k!ll no playa x2
go 2x) (back to hook)

n*ggas hate i peep sh*t that they say they want me to flop but don’t got what it take he play and get hit wit a drac im clutching da mop to knock sh*t out the way last name ain smith why the f*ck ima stay she think ima dog how that b*tch ran away this b*tch got switch but it ain a glock tryna hop out on feet and leave him ona block she fw them guys but she still give the drop i can give you my all but some sh*t gotta stop he play & we gon bleed the block smoking on strong got this sh*t from my pops do whatever it takes to put us at the top pouring up wock we watch how it drop pop out like i’m jack in a box he make the wrong move i bet he catch a shot

- noclout suave lyrics

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