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more, yeah I'm undisputed, you cannot rebuke it Look how they salutin' me (salute, salute) Whether it's this side, over there it's that side Look
Minus The Bullshit I ride with a full clip You niggas all talk fuck what you say this drumma is shootin Knock off your top Who the fuck your salutin
Called up my baby told her go pray for me We in a war casualties daily Salutin' to God like I'm in the navy Round up the troops we boutta go crazy
Look at me wavin Side to side Smile so wide Salutin goodbye Oh lord Bye old life Ima move on no lie Look at me wavin Side to side Smile so wide
They salutin I'm the Captain they ain't forgot I be wildin wildin wildin I'm like what's happenin I be rowdy, bougie, I be snappin I be lit lit, I be
Everybody's salutin'! Come and meet the queen and king, It's the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Swing! Swing high, there's joy in sight, Swing low, from left
the Diallo shootin' Soldiers in waitin', marksmen recruitin' Salutin', thug confederates, rhyme and reason Time and treatin', Air Force One we leavin'
Avoidin' all them pussy niggas, salutin' the real ones All I do is point a finger my niggas gon' kill somethin' Watch the shit that I created turn into
you crashed and burned The real is back K dot it's your turn, take your victory lap King Cole salutin' Compton's Own King Kendrick Thats the sky is
powerful!!) Ready.. [Busta Rhymes] All praise due, we comin through real hard Niggaz raisin they right hand, salutin da God Yo, like a burnin sensation
(skrrt) You could never do what we do, I'm wishin' you could, though (wishin') Bitches see me and start salutin' soon as they stood up (yup) Yeah, lot
they right hand, salutin da God Yo, like a burnin sensation of Henny on the first sip Hot shit my nigga; let me spit a verse quick Work shit inward,
Bitch! twenty one Rugers On the hip of twenty one goons, twenty one-gun salutin Bloody funds is what murder money becomes twenty one bodies on all
I ain't got no ego (P-Crisco got that heat, boy) I don't mind salutin' a nigga (bad feelin' that she) Bad for me, yeah (Ain't that DJ Chose over
sixteen, I'm born in '99 Ever since I was fifteen I've been slangin' iron Set in juvenile, stayed down, now nigga it's my time Instead of salutin', them
'cause I ain't Turnin' out or no problems Fake rappers actin' like they Rockin' how I'm rockin' Afraid to stand beside me but Salutin' me in private Love
my clique start lighten up Fuckin' with me Baby salutin' niggas bittin' dust My nigga got my back that's a worry ain't on my mind I know if
shit [Tekitha] Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising Meth-Tical illusions, salutin' my blade Tongue blade of fury, nurse
pocket full of possibilities We Got More banks than hilary my soldiers Flank ya facility She got me hard but its still a breeze She Salutin deez Now be
bout it Be chef'in in kitchens whippin' these razors still cuttin' my hands up Out here trappin' out tha bando nigga just gettin' his bands up Salutin
past all the bullshit, niggas gettin' cash, we salutin' them I just did the dash in the new whip, tryna change ya past, shit is useless Take it easy
harmonies. (spoken) Last night I was out on the back porch with a couple'a tinnies , Aussie salutin the mozzies, You know? When I see some bludger on my tin
hop wit this tehilleem And it got you feelin it deep Play strings bass and the flute When you salutin the king Produce a thing of beauty Reportin for
bitches at Don't matter tiny or tall, we salutin all that ass Double cheek'd up, tell a nigga, slide left put em hands on em knees And doodoo brown
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