Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Throwing Salt, artist - Ponce De'leiounDate of issue: 30.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Throwing Salt |
| Me n these niggas is nothin' the same |
| Wish nigga stop throwing Salt on my name |
| Broke niggas need someone to blame |
| Target practice I need somewhere to aim |
| Bitches & money it come wit the fame |
| Fly points addin' up on the planes |
| I’ma dog, so a choker my chain |
| I’ma dog so a choker my chain |
| Trappin' late nights out in the rain |
| Niggas be trippin' don’t know how to act |
| So I stay with the strap in case I gotta bang |
| SFOG I’m still reppin' the gang |
| Money talk & money make niggas change |
| Last time I pulled up in New York |
| I came in a Ghost, bro came in a range |
| Yet I Grew up in back block |
| Lean to cook and cut a crack rack |
| Shit I had to sleep wit the roaches n rats |
| I Ain’t see my future till mask off |
| These niggas be actin like mascots |
| They Not real, should be half off |
| I come from the hills, the shit gimme chills |
| A nigga was broke, took the cast off |
| Now my watch got a big face |
| Look a lil bit like a swimming pool |
| Gucci my fit, money ain’t shit |
| These Benjamin’s franks Be identical |
| Smokin' on gas — chemicals |
| I trap & I rap — tentacles |
| Bro bro the plug, he show me love |
| For years he been wanted by Interpol |
| Me n these niggas is nothin' the same |
| Wish nigga stop throwing Salt on my name |
| Broke niggas need someone to blame |
| Target practice I need somewhere to aim |
| Bitches & money it come wit the fame |
| Fly points addin' up on the planes |
| I’ma dog, so a choker my chain |
| Finally feel what a villain is |
| But fuck the ops I be killin shit |
| Wit a broken heart & a hynny mix |
| You kno the type of hoes that the henny get |
| Been through more than a little bit but I’m not the type that you intimidate |
| I’m the type to illuminate |
| If they ever try to eliminate |
| Got Locked but I beat the case |
| Don’t worry bout what all these goofies say |
| Stop thinking these niggas raise the same |
| Wit a yoga flame on they person |
| Soul plane with this purple |
| Hit the ground & we running |
| Whatever they hold in they weapon |
| Niggas got a bunch of guns you can’t run from |
| I’m so Chicago & that sunroof on that tahoo ya |
| Summertime in Madison it’s bumpin' like a pothole |
| Training pits with t’shirts |
| Jumpin' fences less you got one |
| You can’t run from no shot gun |
| Niggaaa yaaa |
| Me n these niggas is nothin the same |
| Wish nigga stop throwing Salt on my name |
| Broke niggas need someone to blame |
| Target practice I need somewhere to aim |
| Bitches & money it come wit the fame |
| Fly points addin' up on the planes |
| I’ma dog, so a choker my chain |