Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bath Salts, artist - DMX. Date of issue: 27.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bath Salts |
| Yeah, uh, they like me like that |
| Every girl I see wanna be wifey like that |
| I’m the King of Zamunda, uh, King of the Summer (Woo) |
| Come be my Kardashian, queen of the come up |
| Uh, to be loved, Shakespearean |
| Experience to be us |
| Jumpin' off boats, hoppin' off another cliff (Woo) |
| Every six months, I think I need a new bucket list (Oh) |
| Yeah, I think I might need a harem (Say, say) |
| I’m way too much, y’all should share 'em (Hands in the air) |
| I’m feeling like a baron, all I need is a castle |
| Be my Halle Berry, all you need is a catsuit |
| All I need is Heaven, I don’t want the hassle |
| God bless the child that can hold his own, achoo (Queens, stand up) |
| My instincts guide me through this Kurtis Blow culture (Woo) |
| Good angel, bad angel sittin' on both shoulders (Uh) |
| One be trying to gas me, manipulate me, tempt me (Ow) |
| Make me have no soul, so I like to take a tally |
| All the favor of the days when the paper wasn’t major |
| But love was abundant |
| Before the God got the «God's Son» upon the stomach |
| Let these niggas know it was a feeling I would get |
| From music that they would come with (Talk to 'em, Nas) |
| Hate start with H 'cause the H come after a G (Right) |
| They won’t say it face to face, they say it after I leave |
| After the first night at my place, she asked for the keys |
| It’s my season, Garden of Eden, we Adam and Eve |
| Now we’re naked in savage hedonism from a lack of belief |
| I ain’t a pastor, pass the Lafite |
| We ain’t in no relationship, but do relationship things |
| No ring, but she slide through when I ring (Hands in the air) |
| Ha, let’s put success to the side |
| I’d still be this fly if I worked at Popeyes |
| That’s a whole lotta spinach, whole game full of gimmicks |
| Make a fool out of yourself for a post on Akademiks |
| We are not the same, I am a alien |
| Hovering over your city, shutting down all the stadiums |
| Wiping out everything in my radius |
| Don’t play with us, y’all ain’t made enough |
| Shit pop off, we don’t blow it up 'til we blow it up |
| Cats better slow it up, y’all niggas know what’s up |
| My niggas throw it up, we all know that |
| Got niggas missing in action, where are they at? |
| See you niggas never really been duffed out |
| But you’ve got enough mouth to get snuffed out |
| Duke, the rough route |
| We don’t play around here, nigga, we grown |
| Start applying the pressure, give a dog a bone |
| I’m taking half, it’s just that simple |
| Or I can start poppin' niggas like pimples |
| I’ma let you call it, you ballin' |
| 'Til you get hit with them hot things, now you staggerin' and fallin' |
| Holding up the wall, you got more than enough holes in you to fall |
| You’re just wasting a nigga time, come on, man |
| I got shit to do like hit your crew |
| Might hit your crib, what that bitch gon' do? |
| Not a damn thing, but go with the program |
| Beast on that bitch like Conan—bo-nan |
| I’ma go where no man has ever gone, nigga |
| When it’s on, it’s on, I’ll let you know in a fuckin' song |
| I got nothing to hide, but you got a reason to run |
| Come through like (*gunshots*) 'til the squeezin' is done |
| And that’s just squeezing one, imagine if we all let go |
| And turn your whole block into death row (Woo) |