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Ponce De'leioun x Iman Shumpert - Throwing Salt

Posté par RAP OU CRĒVE
04 SEP 2019, 10:19
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PAROLES

HOOK 
Me n these niggas is nothin' the same 
Wish nigga stop throwing Salt on my name 
Broke niggas need someone to blame 
Target practice I need somewhere to aim

 

Bitches & money it come wit the fame 
Fly points addin' up on the planes 
I'ma dog, so a choker my chain

 

VERSE 
I'ma dog so a choker my chain 
Trappin' late nights out in the rain 
Niggas be trippin' don’t know how to act 
So I stay with the strap in case I gotta bang

 

SFOG I'm still reppin' the gang 
Money talk & money make niggas change 
Last time I pulled up in New York 
I came in a Ghost, bro came in a range

 

Yet I Grew up in back block 
Lean to cook and cut a crack rack 
Shit I had to sleep wit the roaches n rats 
I Ain’t see my future till mask off

 

These niggas be actin like mascots 
They Not real, should be half off 
I come from the hills, the shit gimme chills 
A nigga was broke , took the cast off

 

Now my watch got a big face 
Look a lil bit like a swimming pool 
Gucci my fit, money ain’t shit 
These Benjamin’s franks Be identical

 

Smokin' on gas - chemicals 
I trap & I rap - tentacles 
Bro bro the plug, he show me love 
For years he been wanted by Interpol


HOOK
Me n these niggas is nothin' the same
Wish nigga stop throwing Salt on my name
Broke niggas need someone to blame
Target practice I need somewhere to aim

 

Bitches & money it come wit the fame
Fly points addin' up on the planes
I'ma dog, so a choker my chain


VERSE 2
Finally feel what a villain is
But fuck the ops I be killin shit
Wit a broken heart & a hynny mix
You kno the type of hoes that the henny get

 

Been through more than a little bit but I’m not the type that you intimidate
I’m the type to illuminate
If they ever try to eliminate

 

Got Locked but I beat the case
Don’t worry bout what all these goofies say
Stop thinking these niggas raise the same
Wit a yoga flame on they person

 

Soul plane with this purple
Hit the ground & we running
Whatever they hold in they weapon
Niggas got a bunch of guns you can’t run from

 

I’m so Chicago & that sunroof on that tahoo ya
Summertime in Madison it’s bumpin' like a pothole

 

Training pits with t’shirts
Jumpin' fences less you got one
You can’t run from no shot gun
Niggaaa yaaa


HOOK
Me n these niggas is nothin the same
Wish nigga stop throwing Salt on my name
Broke niggas need someone to blame
Target practice I need somewhere to aim

 

Bitches & money it come wit the fame
Fly points addin' up on the planes
I'ma dog, so a choker my chain


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