Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salute, artist - Fukkit. Date of issue: 10.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Salute |
| Ayy |
| Uh, yeah |
| Ayy |
| Uh, yeah |
| Yeah, mess with them |
| Oh, yeah, uh (ayy) |
| On the block, they salute when I address 'em (salute) |
| I got bitches at the spot |
| They in my clothes playing dress-up (ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| .223s to his tee, and make him red like he spill ketchup (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| Uh-huh, way too broke for conversation (yeah) |
| Little boy, get yo' check up (get it up), uh |
| Fuck the bitch, I pass her to the gang |
| Why the fuck they playing with me? |
| You notice they all gon' charge it to the gang |
| (Charge it to the gang) |
| And I bought my glock a laser |
| Even though I know I know I got aim |
| And she drop her top so eager |
| I can just tell that she got good brain (brain, ugh) |
| Yeah, she got straight A’s, but the bitch got double D’s (double D’s) |
| When I’m hitting that ho from the back |
| She gon' bend over, and I’m making her touch her knees (touch her knees) |
| And the piece right now by my hip, so I bet nobody out here touching me |
| (touching me) |
| How the fuck you talking 'bout Gucci belts when you ain’t even touched one g? |
| (hahaha) |
| Ha |
| I only speak guap, and that’s how where I gotta be |
| I’ma fuck it and dip like guac |
| I gotta be |
| And licking the tippy-top of the dick |
| I swear that it feel like I gotta pee |
| When I hop in the pit |
| I’m punching a fan in the face |
| And I swear it don’t bother me (ha) |
| Hahaha (ha) |
| Where the m’s at? |
| The opps gotta stay where the feds at (yeah) |
| If you speak 'round the gang, that’s a dead man (okay) |
| When I’m popping this Glock, make the lead dance |
| Make two hoes cum together like church hands (pussy) |
| I’ma rub 'em together like birdman (aha) |
| But she gotta be clean like church pants (aha) |
| I still do what I want when it’s her plans |
| Huh, true |
| On the block, they salute when I address 'em (salute) |
| I got bitches at the spot, they in my clothes playing dress-up (ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| .223s to his tee, and make him red like he spill ketchup (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| Uh-huh, way too broke for conversation (yeah), little boy, get yo' check up |
| (get it up), uh |
| Fuck the bitch, I pass her to the gang |
| Why the fuck they playing with me? |
| You notice they all gon' charge it to the gang |
| (Charge it to the gang) |
| And I bought my Glock a laser |
| Even though I know I know I got aim |
| And she drop her top so eager |
| I can just tell that she got good brain (brain, ugh) |