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matty. - salib lyrics

[intro]
juice god
long live libby

[hook]
i’m just trying to say you cute as sh-t
salib flow (salib flow) (repeat 3x)
i’m just trying to say you cute as sh-t (sh-t)
salib flow (salib flow)
salib flow (me flow)
salib flow (salib)

[pre-verse: j-mack]
why the f-ck isn’t this b-tch f-cking picking up
d-mn, she probably out with some other n-gga or something
pick the f-ck up
h-llo?

[verse 1: j-mack]
come on pick up, f-ck i’ll try later
d-ck will have you screaming more than a b-tch in labor
oh sh-t, god d-mn
we too loud say sorry to our neighbors
i eat that p-ssy up, you are my favorite flavor
i be out creeping, thinking i’m a player
got a thick shawty like the sunday paper
i flow right into that p-ssy, go gators
try to cross check me, i’m only trying to lay up
put that -ss to sleep, hope you ain’t tryna stay up
face covered like a clown, you badder without make up
i’m racing for your love, tell them other n-ggas lace up
broke n-ggas, get your cake up
she want a muscle man n-gga gon get your weight up
p-ssy -ss n-ggas get with you then they break up
i f-ck you to some migos girl put that f-cking drake up
(looking for a jennifer an)
we could be more than friends
(rare snow bunny with the fat ole -ss)
body shaped just like a gl-ss
like a blunt i hit twice than p-ss
(present was the -ss, take me straight to the past)
i don’t need a receipt, i ain’t taking it back
give that -ss an encore the way she made it clap
d-mn

[chorus]
roll in the club with me and my n-ggas
(roll in the club with me and my n-ggas)
put you on a pedestal i’m looking like a winner
(put you on a pedestal i’m looking like a winner)

[hook]

[pre-verse: matty.]
snap your fingers
do your step
you can do it all by yourself
nah, i got you

[verse 2: matty.]
if your mind is right than do you mind to minus mine
cause a n-gga thinks with his johnson
float in her with that s.s. minnow johnson
it’s rush hour and i know i’m rude
beep h-rn with an att-tude like
let me pull up to your bumper
so if i hit i can get your number
come and get a mother f-cker
that’s what f-cking jaren said
libby in this mother f-cker
scott still white as sh-t, yeah
red bone and red bottom, neither
i can’t afford either of em, either
if she don’t text back by the time that i see her
in the club bench warming, heating up the bleachers
mood like drake on every feature
excuse to leave like i need a breather
but who can breathe when we puff the reefer
hate to be out with cabin fever
but camp ain’t the same without out
so many days without you
when it comes to the cake and the bread couldn’t count you
add the -ss and the cake what could you amount to

[chorus + hook]

[bridge]
how a dollar make a hoe holla
how the guala make the hoe swallow
how the hoe know that the boy got the dough
well he don’t and there she go out the door
she don’t want a young man
she don’t want a young n-gga
she just want a mcflurry (she badder than a mother f-cker)
she just want a mcflurry

[verse 3]
thread count, doing numbers in the bed
head count, body count bout lead shower over worth of an ounce
plus she c0ke white or cronkite
even cbs knew news bout new new
and i ain’t even tip
but i tipped the waitress
but i swear to god she still broke as sh-t
like mommy i didn’t do it
she already knew, who knew it
your answer right there beside ignore, or answer
4 choices, c notes is more safe
and her average is more average
but closer to a hundred percent
so you know she ranked top five
born in ninety five
which means that she’s cl-ss a
which makes sense that she’s top ranked
which makes sense, she’s upper cl-ss
she voted for mccain
i voted for obama
which means we voted for the same thing
the government don’t change

[outro]
salib
the arabic word for cross
how far shall we cross till we cross these plains (salib)
across the land, across the lakes (she doesn’t even know)
across this earth until we reach the cross
not across, but the cross
lord save us all

- matty lyrics

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