| Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce
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| Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft
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| My niggas shine with the lights off
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| Here go some swag you can bite off
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| Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce
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| Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft
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| My niggas shine with the lights off
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| Here go some swag you can bite off
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| Yeah, yeah, yum, yum, wait
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| Open wide, look at God, homicides
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| I’m not perfect but I improvise
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| Drop shit and my niggas vibe
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| Endless nights I cried when Hulitho died, yeah
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| My city needs me, I promised I wouldn’t fail 'em
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| If you love somebody, I promise that you should tell 'em
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| Ain’t buyin' what you’re selling, pockets swelling
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| Sellin' white, showin' off, feelin' like I’m Ellen
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| Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce
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| Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft |