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salt kills snails - sideshow lyrics

salt k!lls snails and flavors the players
now after hating on player, i hope you pray for me later
i guess you perfect, i’m tryna be like you
put some p’s in the luggage hope they get right through
i’m overseas like it’s down the street, effortless
no police watching sh*t i do
taking pictures hope they get my shoes
they expensive, not to mention they vintage
i’m on a thirty day stretch two p’s on a bench
wrap that b*tch up twice know they looking out for a scent
rapping bout thе sh*t i lived i swear evеry by i meant
what i spent getting to this money, man i forget
spent a [?] on these nikes though in new york at kif
i hit a l!ck, dark sh*t on me on my face i’m a vic
i’m out in la with an ny fitted feeling like nip
i’m out in new york hitting home runs i feel like a met
let the braids get fuzzy
getting to this money they thought all that was behind me
but we traffic it in
moving ammo to the floor, bring the vacuum sealer in
mix roxanne with patricia man i can’t feel a thing
music and me [?] dropping bags [?] let a n*gga live
i know that this rap hot but imma run it to a million
imma run it to the ceiling

- sideshow lyrics

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