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sala$ (usa) – no hook lyrics

[verse: sala$ and young flare]
i got murder on my mind, yeah, it’s time to change the tide
i’m tired of these b+tches always acting like they different
i was tryna get some chips, now i’m gon flip the script
then i went and got laid, she called and said that she late

aye, dummy, i said listen to me, now your b+tch live for me
now she riding next to me, now we got history
now we got chemistry, she gon’ wanna f+ck on me
she gon’ wanna ride for me, you’re swerving in the amg

super saiyan gon’ buy me something to flex
i already told y’all asses that i’m up next
it don’t matter what i do
it don’t matter what i say

it don’t matter, b+tch, i’m flexing, f+ck em all, they know i’m stepping
ride around with my lil’ weapon, told them pull up and they stressing
they can’t do sh+t, they too p+ssy, those that try me learned a lesson
try to get me, but they missing, they are way too f+cking lame
i know that i’m way too blessed, so f+ck em all, they know my message

now look at me, i be sipping on my potions and my bling
got the gold up on my neck, i got the gold up on my t++th
muh f+ckers switch, they didn’t see sh+t clearly
they thought i couldn’t do it, but b+tch, i did it differently
i been faded for a minute, roll the wood and i’ma hit it

i call my bro, i said let’s get it, gotta go and get the millions

i’ma go and f+cking get it, ten shots at your f+cking fitted

when i pull up, know i’m lit and i’ma need more in a minute

got a bullet with your name, shoot my shot like i’m dame
you a lame, you is b+tchless, flare and i don’t leave no witness
i’m about my bread, i’m about my f+cking checks
grinding all up to the top, kicking back, smoking za

i’ma roll up on your b+tch, we gon’ make a little fl!ck
we gon’ make it real quick, shorty all up on me
because i got power, i pursuit, spitting nothing but the truth
this is all the proof you need, i keep my receipts with me

ayy, smoking with my slug, don’t try and act tough
we gon’ get it back in blood, we gon’ squash you like a bug
ayy, god showed me my future, nothing but success
it’s a whole lot of moochers, it’s a whole lot of checks, b+tch

i just take his b+tch, yeah, that’s why he be b+tching
i don’t leave no evidence, you can’t take no pictures
got that cap inside a bottle, i just go and kiss it
they be telling me to act right, i don’t f+cking listen
it meant you’re the b+tch, hold up, b+tch, i’m p+ssing
go against my image, i’ma leave you resting
yeah, my cup i fill it, hit you with this wesson
i won’t trust a soul, b+tch, always keep a weapon

look over my shoulder, regret it if you pressing
won’t make a confession, i swear that i was messing
messing with your b+tch, she said she love every second

- sala usa lyrics

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