Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salty, artist - Dave East. Album song Karma, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.11.2017
Record label: FTD
Song language: English
Salty |
| Renegade |
| On god |
| Work out a pack, I blow out a sack, then jump in the 'Rari |
| I come from the trap, watch how how they react, the minute they saw me |
| Niggas is mad at my life, look in their face and they salty (mad) |
| Probably wishing they could park me (park me) |
| Diamonds shinning like a baldy (shine) |
| When the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club) |
| Pay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple) |
| Run from it or can run with it, I ain’t never been no dumb nigga |
| On the bench light a blunt witcha, bet she let me hit off one picture (one) |
| I don’t want liqour, one brother, I got one sister |
| PCH in the Porsche driftin', million dollars make you talk different (different) |
| Chanel on her, make her walk different |
| Any shorts on that paper dawg, and that Porsche truck it’s a corpse in it (body) |
| It’s a boss in it, money up, I could talk with it |
| So much gas, I be coughing it |
| Pay attention who you walking with |
| Gucci, my jogger fit |
| I got some work that we all can flip |
| I got a plan that we all could get rich |
| I gotta bitch that we all could hit |
| Posted on broadway, right in the hallway, looking for raw to get (que lo que) |
| I back out a Smith N', he got religious, start talking 'bout God and shit (oh |
| my god) |
| My youngin', he really got aim, he come to your corner get all them hit |
| I be in Neimans and I be in Sacs, lets run through the mall real quick |
| Still talking my Harlem shit, like Jimmy, I’m ballin', bitch |
| My friends blowing in the wind, I’m just tryna win, I can never call it quits |
| She was swimming when I caught your chick |
| Audemars, that’s a water wrist |
| We was really poor, now we sorta rich |
| Cuzzo got caught with a quarter brick |
| Work out a pack, I blow out a sack, then jump in the 'Rari |
| I come from the trap, watch how how they react, the minute they saw me |
| Niggas is mad at my life, look in their face and they salty (mad) |
| Probably wishing they could park me (park me) |
| Diamonds shinning like a baldy (shine) |
| When the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club) |
| Pay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple) |
| Run from it or can run with it, I ain’t never been no dumb nigga |
| On the bench light a blunt witcha, bet she let me hit off one picture (one) |
| Racks on me, so I walk different |
| Get the mop 'cause the sauce drippin' |
| Hood hot 'cause the laws in it (12) |
| Real niggas, super authentic (real) |
| Cuban link wit the iced out charm |
| Audemars, got a iced out arm |
| Put a pill on the top of her tongue |
| Hundred round, on the bottom the gun (brrr) |
| Blew up on 'em like the name was bomb |
| Pulled up on 'em in a brand new Mulsanne |
| Not a Mulsanne, they sayin' I changed |
| (Skrt skrt skrt) I’m changin' the lane |
| Cadillac truck when I hop out the plane |
| Get you a headshot, go 'gainst the grain |
| Bags of that cash, they callin my name |
| Bought a white tiger, named it Cocaine |
| Work out a pack, I blow out a sack, then jump in the 'Rari |
| I come from the trap, watch how how they react, the minute they saw me |
| Niggas is mad at my life, look in their face and they salty (mad) |
| Probably wishing they could park me (park me) |
| Diamonds shinning like a baldy (shine) |
| When the sun hit it, any club got the gun in it (any club) |
| Pay attention to the OGs and a couple of my young niggas (a couple) |
| Run from it or can run with it, I ain’t never been no dumb nigga |
| On the bench light a blunt witcha, bet she let me hit off one picture (one) |