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Salute

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Salute

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YeahYeahYeahYeah, yeahYou mean to tell me you'd die?Open up the holeEverybody fuckin' that's the end of discussion(End of discussion)Bitch like me that came out the mudMight help somebody out 'cause I came up from nothin'(Came up from nothin')Big party and a big body BenzWith the big body kid, put the lane over somethin' (Yeah)He gettin' mad, won't give him my numberCup in the middle got me feelin' December (Woo)Feel like I'm gonna kill it this summer(Kill it this summer)Been on a yacht, no ceilin' this summer (Summer)Bitch been bad so I make you curiousNever switched up, so I can't be serious (Yeah)This is 'bout me, no, you can't be serious (Huh?)I'm in the Lamb' and it can't be yoursI'm in the Urus, the world prematureWhen I look around, I had children on childrenStill in the game, work hard to parentsI need my [?] , I call the girlsI plant the seeds, it's time to flourishDon't turn on that street, it's not for touristYou know I'm livin' it up when I'm liftin' it upLet a nigga know I came to stunt (Yeah)Then we gon' park in the front, wasn't sittin' in the frontLet a nigga know I came to front (Woo)This shit is bigger than us, let you knowThat it's bigger than us 'cause they pickin' it up (Yeah)Takin' the lingo, the flash and the foreign carsMan, bitches is eatin' it up (Eatin' it up)I am big reference, yeah, I am the vision boardI put that shit on these bitches, they can't ignoreHustle too hard to ever be unemployedJust like a Honda, got things in accordSalute the real bitchesSalute the real bitches (Salute)Salute the real bitchesSalute the real bitches (Salute)Salute the real bitchesSalute the real bitches (Salute)Salute the real bitchesSalute the real bitches (Salute)High off a molly, my friends are like daliI'm ridin' my nigga just like a Ducatti(Just like a Ducatti)Choppin' the top of the car like karateEliante put the bricks in the [?]Shorty tried stealing my style but I caught herSend me a picture of drip and I bought itCardi an icon and this is iconicMade a few millions off talkin' ebonicsI am too blessed to be talkin' demonic (Talkin' demonic)I switched the lies and gained the moneyRub on the thighs and kiss on the stomachMy watch is sick it's makin' 'em vomitMy throat as long as a trumpet (Trumpet)If my bitches say, "Fuck it, " then fuck it (Fuck it)Hold your partner up just like some crutches (Yeah)Got a pussy wet just like a bucket, fuck it (Woo)Salute the real bitchesSalute the real bitches (Salute)Salute the real bitchesSalute the real bitches (Salute)Salute the real bitchesSalute the real bitches (Salute)Salute the real bitchesSalute the real bitches (Salute)

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