Lyrics:
Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my
Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my
the whip, walk him down, we ain't doin' no drive-by
Glock on my hip, they go, fat, fat, I fucked his bitch, got her callin' me papa
Old school drip, no dada
out, by the bench now
Chillin' on the boat, saw the ice cream truck out
Sixteenth, to the boat, then they fly out
Man, I thought that I would lose it,
own label got my mind stable
Can't be caught out by a cunt
Man's here, Man's here
Man's here
I don't need no doubler fake actor to perform this stunt
Finding your replacement
I'm the boss aye
See the salt, aye
Don't get lost, in the matrix
What's the cost
Finding your replacement
I'm the boss aye
suffering
We the salt gotta cast out the world
We the fault why it’s sin in the world
Change your thoughts not conformed by the world
Food for thought turn
Soldier from jungle never take
Back free shot's
But that ended up at when man fly
The impulse makes your body pulse beat
Off a beat per minute (Ohh)
As I
Yeah
So many sore losers keep tryna talk to me
Y'all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me
Yeah
Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that's
a million
Man, I'm a good guy, turned to a vill-i-a-n
Bully in the pack turned to a rat
Pussy on my jack, I (I) hit a bitch with a car bomb
Bombs in L.A.,
Fair young maid all in her garden
Strange young man came riding by
Saying fair young maid, will you marry me
This then, sir, was her reply
Oh no,
the merry month of May
When I was pressed by a sea captain
And on board a man of war I was sent
When I was pressed by a sea captain
And on board a man of war
Salt!
When you live in the hot Savanna or Sahel of West
In cfrica in the thirteenth through
Nineteenth century, there is no refrigeration or snow
bout the next, I do my own thang
Out here chasing me a check, cuz imma grown man
Motivated by saying No pain, no gain
Gotta avoid a lame
A hater try
gardez votre énergie
J’entends les murmures des séraphins la nuit
I’ve just landed in Portugal, Lisbon
Quite a long staying, Big meat T-Bone
Good life, big
microphone stop, my man Com just drop
And don't halt, I guess it was my fault
I came through thick like a malt
Niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew
''73 This man got shot, African traitors with rifles
Blocked the car that he and his wife were driving
See this man was a strong lion, down for
when I was three in Gymboree, they took my ball
To think I ever thought of just forfeiting
I'm out in Portugal snorkeling
Hit the cruise ship in boat
man alone
What you need I rock you fast and slow
What you need
Yo vibe by mine aligns just right
Feel so right oh' my oh' my
Shine so bright the light
Surprised by my timing, the games all mine
Dreaming, screaming, man the games all mine
Inspiration in my lines, they all rise from the crime
My shine, in
the dust
While salt and pepper hair
Flatters girls that we grew up with
And they smile with all their
Bright and steely eyes
I am conjuring a man
Full
Let the guitar play
Cuz I ain't sang
In the booth tryna gather my thoughts bae
Let out some of this pain
& I know these n***as throw salt shade
or have it your way
France, Spain, Switzerland, and Norway
While you were in the local scene still tryna block the door ways
We rocked Germany, Portugal
since that song 'Meeny-Meeny'
Can't believe you're about to be all up in between me"
Man, the flag was lowered, so my wood was raised
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