Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Salty , by - Saint. Release date: 05.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Salty |
| This must be Saint |
| Dai Burger |
| Saint |
| We back at it |
| What up? |
| I’m too gangster |
| I’m too bossy |
| I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me |
| I got the recipe |
| You too salty |
| I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me |
| I tell her |
| Back, back, back, back up off me |
| Back, back, back, back up |
| I got that recipe |
| You too salty |
| I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me |
| My name Burger D |
| I know you heard of me |
| If a bitch try to fight, she’d be in surgery |
| It’s an emergency |
| I need currency |
| See, the money maker hate her, burn, third degree |
| I just came off tour I got jet lag (Woo!) |
| Louis luggage, got a few bags (Carry that?) |
| They tryna figure who I’m better than (Never) |
| Migraines, I need exederin |
| All these bum bitches birds, call 'em pelicans |
| I just got a tan, more melanin |
| In my six inch heels I moon walk on them |
| Shit, I’ma let the money talk to 'em (Yeah!) |
| I’m too gangster |
| I’m too bossy |
| I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me (Told her back up off me!) |
| I got the recipe |
| You too salty |
| I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me (You gotta go!) |
| I tell her |
| Back, back, back, back up off me (Bye!) |
| Back, back, back, back up |
| I got that recipe |
| You too salty |
| I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me |
| I got the juice, got the sauce, keep it slippery |
| Eat it up, when you lick it off, leave it glittery |
| If we ain’t talking cheddar then there’s a bad connection |
| And you’re looking unfamiliar to my recollection |
| Oh, you feelin' salty? |
| Sorry, don’t blame ya |
| Overpay to hit the stage just to entertain ya |
| Doin' shows everywhere, crossed a couple borderlines |
| Worry about tours, get the fuck up off of mine |
| I’m so good up, good up, at my hood up, hood up |
| In the kitchen mixin' with the spoon that’s what up, what up |
| Put ya foot up, foot up and wind it down, drill sergeant |
| Salty 'cause I’m in my own lane, no margins |
| I’m too gangster |
| I’m too bossy |
| I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me |
| I got the recipe |
| You too salty |
| I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me |
| I tell her |
| Back, back, back, back up off me |
| Back, back, back, back up |
| I got that recipe |
| You too salty |
| I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me |
| How does she moon walk in six inch heels? |
| How does she moon walk in six inch heels? |
| She be cookin', she got skills |
| She be cookin', pay them bills |
| It’s a snack, it’s an entrée, it’s a whole damn meal |