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salvanic - holy jam 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?

- salvanic lyrics

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