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letra de holy jam - salvanic

[intro]
they tryna steal my flow
f-ck it, south side sh-t, west side n-ggas ain’t got nun’ on me
know what i’m sayin’? ain’t got nun’ on me

[chorus]
ain’t got nun’ on me
whole lil’ jam while i f-ck on a tee
tight lil’ thong, let me see
that lil’ b-tch, she bad to the bone, i see
i got a hoe disease, i got a flow disease, i get it all day
i got a hoe disease, she can not f-ck with the steel
now she feeling a way
that lil’ b-tch want to date
told that lil’ b-tch that i’m not a sk-nk
i do not date lil’ hoes, b-tch, i need me a xan
i need a f-cking queen, n-gga
i had to f-ck with a miss
i cannot f-ck with a miniature b-tch, you know that i’m dodging my miss

[verse]
know that i’m dodging my miss
i had to told that b-tch that i’m not f-cking fat
i never [?] call me rat
i ain’t got time for your sh-t, i’m going to bed
’cause i never want to bet
n-ggas be stickin’ bullsh-t, i’m out of thе way
i’m out of the way, hey, i’m out of the
that lil’ b-tch want to datе, had to calm down on the beat
f-cking that b-tch, she elite
she always pop up on my feet
you know, b-tch wanna see, uh, you know, sal-ly, uh
go outside, and ring, i’m here to catch a case on the beat
i gotta diddle the beat, i gotta belittle the beat
i had to make this beat my b-tch
i never beat my b-tch
i had to beat that p-ssy up
like i’m jordan, like i’m carter
i don’t know why the lil’ b-tch had to fart-er
i took the b-tch in the back, and i taught her
walk in the club and i told that hoe just back up, back up, back up, back up
i hired assassins, tell them lil’ n-ggas go zap em’, zap em’, zap em’, zap em’
bro got the sh-t, it’s grippy, uh
shaking that b-tch like a basketball
i’m upping the sh-t and he gotta fall
pack up the stadium, we ’bout to go ball
throwing that b-tch on the ass-a-phalt
i had to put on a mask, ’cause all of these n-ggas want to play with a crash-out
you n-ggas don’t want it, i’m blasting off
you n-ggas don’t want me, i’m blasting off
you n-ggas get scared, i’m not masking off
i’m f-cking your b-tch, her ass is soft
f-cking that b-tch in the backwood
i’m doing some sh-t, you cannot match up
the dumb sh-t you do, just blame all the drugs
the lame sh-t you do, not getting no hoes
not getting no hoes, you look like a bug
i’m taking your b-tch, she go to my shows
you work a store, my n-gga, you broke
i pull up and go, you better not choke, little b-tch
when you hear d. w, you not thinkin’ no arthur
you be thinking of sal, because a n-gga go harder
when she all on my saddle, i feel like i’m morgan wallen
when i hop on the phone, sing my song, who is you?

- salvanic

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