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holy jam - salvanic lyrics

[intro]
they tryna steal my flow
f*ck it, south side sh*t, west side n*ggas ain’t got nun’ on me
know what i’m sayin’? ain’t got nun’ on me

[chorus]
ain’t got nun’ on me
whole lil’ jam while i f*ck on a tee
tight lil’ thong, let me see
that lil’ b*tch, she bad to the bone, i see
i got a hoe disease, i got a flow disease, i get it all day
i got a hoe disease, she can not f*ck with the steel
now she feeling a way
that lil’ b*tch want to date
told that lil’ b*tch that i’m not a sk*nk
i do not date lil’ hoes, b*tch, i need me a xan
i need a f*cking queen, n*gga
i had to f*ck with a miss
i cannot f*ck with a miniature b*tch, you know that i’m dodging my miss

[verse]
know that i’m dodging my miss
i had to told that b*tch that i’m not f*cking fat
i never [?] call me rat
i ain’t got time for your sh*t, i’m going to bed
’cause i never want to bet
n*ggas be stickin’ bullsh*t, i’m out of thе way
i’m out of the way, hey, i’m out of the
that lil’ b*tch want to datе, had to calm down on the beat
f*cking that b*tch, she elite
she always pop up on my feet
you know, b*tch wanna see, uh, you know, sal*ly, uh
go outside, and ring, i’m here to catch a case on the beat
i gotta diddle the beat, i gotta belittle the beat
i had to make this beat my b*tch
i never beat my b*tch
i had to beat that p*ssy up
like i’m jordan, like i’m carter
i don’t know why the lil’ b*tch had to fart*er
i took the b*tch in the back, and i taught her
walk in the club and i told that hoe just back up, back up, back up, back up
i hired assassins, tell them lil’ n*ggas go zap em’, zap em’, zap em’, zap em’
bro got the sh*t, it’s grippy, uh
shaking that b*tch like a basketball
i’m upping the sh*t and he gotta fall
pack up the stadium, we ’bout to go ball
throwing that b*tch on the ass*a*phalt
i had to put on a mask, ’cause all of these n*ggas want to play with a crash*out
you n*ggas don’t want it, i’m blasting off
you n*ggas don’t want me, i’m blasting off
you n*ggas get scared, i’m not masking off
i’m f*cking your b*tch, her ass is soft
f*cking that b*tch in the backwood
i’m doing some sh*t, you cannot match up
the dumb sh*t you do, just blame all the drugs
the lame sh*t you do, not getting no hoes
not getting no hoes, you look like a bug
i’m taking your b*tch, she go to my shows
you work a store, my n*gga, you broke
i pull up and go, you better not choke, little b*tch
when you hear d. w, you not thinkin’ no arthur
you be thinking of sal, because a n*gga go harder
when she all on my saddle, i feel like i’m morgan wallen
when i hop on the phone, sing my song, who is you?

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