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letra de no hook - sala$ (usa)

[verse: sala$ and young flare]
i got murder on my mind, yeah, it’s time to change the tide
i’m tired of these b-tches always acting like they different
i was tryna get some chips, now i’m gon flip the script
then i went and got laid, she called and said that she late

aye, dummy, i said listen to me, now your b-tch live for me
now she riding next to me, now we got history
now we got chemistry, she gon’ wanna f-ck on me
she gon’ wanna ride for me, you’re swerving in the amg

super saiyan gon’ buy me something to flex
i already told y’all asses that i’m up next
it don’t matter what i do
it don’t matter what i say

it don’t matter, b-tch, i’m flexing, f-ck em all, they know i’m stepping
ride around with my lil’ weapon, told them pull up and they stressing
they can’t do sh-t, they too p-ssy, those that try me learned a lesson
try to get me, but they missing, they are way too f-cking lame
i know that i’m way too blessed, so f-ck em all, they know my message

now look at me, i be sipping on my potions and my bling
got the gold up on my neck, i got the gold up on my t–th
muh f-ckers switch, they didn’t see sh-t clearly
they thought i couldn’t do it, but b-tch, i did it differently
i been faded for a minute, roll the wood and i’ma hit it

i call my bro, i said let’s get it, gotta go and get the millions

i’ma go and f-cking get it, ten shots at your f-cking fitted

when i pull up, know i’m lit and i’ma need more in a minute

got a bullet with your name, shoot my shot like i’m dame
you a lame, you is b-tchless, flare and i don’t leave no witness
i’m about my bread, i’m about my f-cking checks
grinding all up to the top, kicking back, smoking za

i’ma roll up on your b-tch, we gon’ make a little fl!ck
we gon’ make it real quick, shorty all up on me
because i got power, i pursuit, spitting nothing but the truth
this is all the proof you need, i keep my receipts with me

ayy, smoking with my slug, don’t try and act tough
we gon’ get it back in blood, we gon’ squash you like a bug
ayy, god showed me my future, nothing but success
it’s a whole lot of moochers, it’s a whole lot of checks, b-tch

i just take his b-tch, yeah, that’s why he be b-tching
i don’t leave no evidence, you can’t take no pictures
got that cap inside a bottle, i just go and kiss it
they be telling me to act right, i don’t f-cking listen
it meant you’re the b-tch, hold up, b-tch, i’m p-ssing
go against my image, i’ma leave you resting
yeah, my cup i fill it, hit you with this wesson
i won’t trust a soul, b-tch, always keep a weapon

look over my shoulder, regret it if you pressing
won’t make a confession, i swear that i was messing
messing with your b-tch, she said she love every second

- sala usa

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