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saltines (Where was you) Now i'm so sick, no coughing i grab attention and yo girl caught me So, if she spend the night man dawg it's only right that i give
Pork rind, Saltines Salt shakers on the ground Too much free time No more can be found Don't go slow though Bordeaux cnd let me know when you're
of saltines in my back pocket We stopped beneath streetlights searching Old pay phones for quarters and dimes You know I'm onto you 'Cause you know I'm onto
on a half shell dripping in a mayonette On a saltine double I was called seeing shit Now walk inside the booth and I be spinning heads fire engine red Leather
rockefeller With French champagne But Tesla grew thin Eating only saltines Going days in his lab Without any sleep Dreaming of God As an x-ray beam He was hit
ya'll niggas know, we ain't taking this shit no mo' Girl I'm not, yo toy, real man, not a boy, Ya'll niggas, saltine, I'm what?, chips ahoy! Thug boy,
told Weekly he receives a kneeling ovation From a sleepy nation They're swallowing the old routine The holy saltine And backwash from the cup
pretty Saltines, sardines, hot sauce And onion rings Georgia peaches, cottage cheese Lettuce and whipped creamy French fries, black-eyes, boiled corn
from the bottom Now she take her pants off These niggas saltine, Tony get them grams off (I really like to use cash) Run it up, get a check Flip it and I
of our serotonin To chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon Said they know they lived through it to get to this moment Ate a sleeve of saltines on my
The meanest kicks Beam to wigs I'm still on that I am warning cats The artifacts The architect wanna meet my raps Toejam and saltine cracker socks I crack
Turbo crashed the Audi, saltines in the coupe Ride with my boy Chrono, another Googback I aint know though Shoutout C-Dub now I'm global, white
what to do But to eat my stale food Like saltines spit them off The only components in the cupboard That can take away my hunger, thirst Water is
your ass in the dust Rodgers and the Packers And I'm talking saltines Finna make your girl scream Stephen Hawkin walking Water came, from the spring I
communion was a tease Itty bitty saltine cracker Of course I'm attacking The snacks starring right back at me Birth of a people pleaser Did this to make my
none Ritz crackers looking down on everyone Prisons overpopulated in cookie county Saltine crackers, still picking on brownies Some sell out, proving
saltines funding genocide backers Try to talk some sense into the minds of gram crackers All we have is each other, that's the scenario Vanilla Wafer,
saltines taste like foreplay/ Housing costs still rising/ rents over the horizon/ Survival be the test/ poverty wages not climbing/ Bloated bellies from not
by their frowns Cus I'm wearing a crown Never bow down Bitch I'm a king No time for these peasants Or even saltines They pulling the strings Fuck what
down the saltines and get your sodium situated Ya salty, Ya seasoned, Ya Lowry ass motha fuckas Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait You talking
A grown man hating like fuck y'all team You squares are salty, some saltine Shoot 'em up and head out Like the Spongebob meme I been blood drunk about
and saltines under the station My legs are stronger when they are shakin' Fevered visions of my life, color me in all your fire Leave me alone with my
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