{Chorus: repeat 2x} They some salt shakers, they shakin' shakin' on your girl They some salt shakers, they shakin' shakin' on your girl They some hating ass hoes and they all up in your grill They be smiling in you're face, but they smile aint real
{Verse 1} At first it was the hatin' and the muggin' But now you actin' like you got some lovin' I know that you a snake bitch sneaky Stay close so I won't see your weakin' Do you really think that we is cool Youz a damn fool I'm on that out to make this loop I be watchin' you And I can tell you out to get me But hoe before I go you got to kill me You wanna kick it cause you know it goin' down I ain't a weak bitch smackin' bitches out a crowd While you be, be talkin' shit behind my back hoe (ooh-wee) I just can't wait to let my cover blow I said that I don't fuck wit hoes anyway You ain't got to be in my grill bein' fake I hate it when a bitch think that I'm dumb Keep on kissin' my ass you don't want none
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{Verse 2} I be fuckin' wit a bitch, cuz a bitch don't smoke When we be ridin' I be askin' you to fire up that dope I got no love for you hoe, just keepin' it real I got no friends, mama told me that a friend will kill I guess you don't believe bitch, shit you pull this thang You try to imitate my style just to get you some wang But did you know chat I really don't be givin' a fuck A bitches hoe talkin' back and then you might get stuck Cuz you do not see that I see you Full of animosity but It's not hard for me to teach you How to be gone just like me bitch You wanna war, then I'ma load up my nine You wanna squash it, then my niggah it's fine I got to show a bitch that I'm about mine Can't let you slide hoe to many times (yeah)
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{Verse 3} You hoes kills me Why in the fuck you do that shit Just stop the hating That's why I can't fuck wit a bitch and that is fucked up You better watch your every move or you'll get shot up Aint got a damn thang to prove, you want my niggah So then you tell him lies and shit that you had made up A low down bitch you told him everythang you thought of Can't drop no thought down on me bitch, we got some real love Colaboration wit a thug, so I trick you I know you know I can't be friends wit an ex-hoe Have conversations wit yo' wanch, so we can stay close We kick and talk, you tellin' me bout where you stay at And mane that's good, cuz now I know just where to buck at I know you hate me but you actin' like it's all cool You wanna get me, I'm the one he's commin' home to You need to stay the fuck up outta of my grill Cuz you ain't real this shit is gonna lead to a kill
{Repeat Chorus}Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
