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letra de throwin salt - ponce de'leioun

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[hook]
me n these n-gg-s is nothin’ the same
wish n-gg- stop throwing salt on my name
broke n-gg-s need someone to blame
target practice i need somewhere to aim

b-tches & 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
n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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
sh-t i had to sleep wit the roaches n rats
i ain’t see my future till mask off

these n-gg-s be actin like mascots
they not real, should be half off
i come from the hills, the sh-t gimme chills
a n-gg- 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 sh-t
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 n-gg-s is nothin’ the same
wish n-gg- stop throwing salt on my name
broke n-gg-s need someone to blame
target practice i need somewhere to aim

b-tches & 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 f-ck the ops i be k!llin sh-t
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 n-gg-s 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
n-gg-s 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 b-mpin’ like a pothole

training pits with t’shirts
jumpin’ fences less you got one
you can’t run from no shot gun
n-gg-aa yaaa

[hook]
me n these n-gg-s is nothin the same
wish n-gg- stop throwing salt on my name
broke n-gg-s need someone to blame
target practice i need somewhere to aim

b-tches & money it come wit the fame
fly points addin’ up on the planes
i’ma dog, so a choker my chain

- ponce deleioun

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