Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salt Shakers, artist - La Chat. Album song Murder She Spoke, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Salt Shakers |
| They some salt shakers, they shakin' shakin' on your girl |
| They some salt shakers, they shakin' shakin' on your girl |
| They some hating ass hoes and they all up in your grill |
| They be smiling in you’re face, but they smile ain’t real |
| At first it was the hatin' and the muggin' |
| But now you actin' like you got some lovin' |
| I know that you a snake bitch sneaky |
| Stay close so I won’t see your weakin' |
| Do you really think that we is cool |
| Youz a damn fool |
| I’m on that out to make this loop |
| I be watchin' you |
| And I can tell you out to get me |
| But hoe before I go you got to kill me |
| You wanna kick it cause you know it goin' down |
| I ain’t a weak bitch smackin' bitches out a crowd |
| While you be, be talkin' shit behind my back hoe |
| (ooh-wee) I just can’t wait to let my cover blow |
| I said that I don’t fuck wit hoes anyway |
| You ain’t got to be in my grill bein' fake |
| I hate it when a bitch think that I’m dumb |
| Keep on kissin' my ass you don’t want none |
| I be fuckin' wit a bitch, cuz a bitch don’t smoke |
| When we be ridin' I be askin' you to fire up that dope |
| I got no love for you hoe, just keepin' it real |
| I got no friends, mama told me that a friend will kill |
| I guess you don’t believe bitch, shit you pull this thang |
| You try to imitate my style just to get you some wang |
| But did you know chat I really don’t be givin' a fuck |
| A bitches hoe talkin' back and then you might get stuck |
| Cuz you do not see that I see you |
| Full of animosity but |
| It’s not hard for me to teach you |
| How to be gone just like me bitch |
| You wanna war, then I’ma load up my nine |
| You wanna squash it, then my niggah it’s fine |
| I got to show a bitch that I’m about mine |
| Can’t let you slide hoe to many times (yeah) |
| You hoes kills me |
| Why in the fuck you do that shit |
| Just stop the hating |
| That’s why I can’t fuck wit a bitch and that is fucked up |
| You better watch your every move or you’ll get shot up |
| Ain’t got a damn thang to prove, you want my niggah |
| So then you tell him lies and shit that you had made up |
| A low down bitch you told him everythang you thought of |
| Can’t drop no thought down on me bitch, we got some real love |
| Colaboration wit a thug, so I trick you |
| I know you know I can’t be friends wit an ex-hoe |
| Have conversations wit yo' wanch, so we can stay close |
| We kick and talk, you tellin' me bout where you stay at |
| And mane that’s good, cuz now I know just where to buck at |
| I know you hate me but you actin' like it’s all cool |
| You wanna get me, I’m the one he’s commin' home to |
| You need to stay the fuck up outta of my grill |
| Cuz you ain’t real this shit is gonna lead to a kill |