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letra de salute / pacman - yung lean

[intro]
yung leandoer, sad boys
up in this b-tch until infinity

[hook]
salute to the gang, know where we hang
b-tches ’round the yard they follow me like pacman
salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
kit kat lick on my hip she got a chance
shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
snorting in the bathroom, paranoia with my mans
salute to the gang, know where we hang
girls all around the yard they follow me like pacman

[verse 1]
got my cup dirty, like i never poured it up
riding through the city with no ceiling, ain’t no looking up
she just want to tease it, i was leanin’, they looking like us
touched by the moment, feeling myself, imma cut you off
stacks on wrist, graveyard wish
opening my eyes like i ain’t never lived
you know who i’m with, ten-million hits
put me on your song, i got k!ller instincts
ice on slick, rick owens on my b-tch
avenger in the night, i be cruising grand whips
slayers stacks like the mayor
pager, she gon’ hit me on my pager
later, gon’ get it now or later
all i want is to get rich, buy a house and some laser

[hook]
salute to the gang, know where we hang
b-tches ’round the yard they follow me like pacman
salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
kit kat lick on my hip she got a chance
shawty wanna bang, she look like just a fan
snorting in the bathroom, paranoia with my mans
salute to the gang, know where we hang
girls all around the yard they follow me like pacman

[verse 2]
i’m a guardian of the moon, white silver the tattoos
we gon’ hotbox in the coupe, platonic mind, twilight, two moons
i don’t give a f-ck, i told you, silver surfer soldiers
went to war, it’s over, like my cash, my mind got older
i’m wearing my timberlands, eating on marmalade
living in vain, i put sparks in a starter brain
hop out with ice, and i look like a target train
icy blue veins keep it real, ’cause the market fake
i’m on a mountain, i pour me a double seal
and i need medicine, pour me a benzopan’
warlord, but i’m not a cyborg, i’m almost real

[bridge]
salute to the gang, we can get it
i know we will
i know some people that ain’t rocking with me no more
triple six, resist and p-ss out during shows for
hard feelings start to grow when there’s no more
no more

[hook]
salute to the gang, know where we hang
b-tches ’round the yard they follow me like pacman
salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
kit kat lick on my hip and she got a chance
shawty wanna bang, she look like just a fan
snorting in the bathroom, paranoia with my mans
salute to the gang, know where we hang
girls all around the yard they follow me like pacman

- yung lean

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