yung parker - salmon sweater lyrics
back in the hood
with the goons and the fiends
cos i’m back to the block
with the greens and the beats
cos n-ggas talk money when they back on the weed
talkin bout rappin on the street
back to the road
like a rat for the cheese
cos i rap for the fam, for the squad for the team
this is my weak end
n-ggas be broke by the weekend
back to the smoke with the blunts and the rolls and the n-ggas who be rappin off trees
i just be chillen
miami in summertime
i wanna smoke in south beach
what are we doin
we runnin from cops cos they shootin
my n-ggas be talkin exclusive
tippin that c0ke in my nose
i gotta go
people be talkin too blown
talkin that money. i noticed
n-ggas be talkin emotions
i don’t wanna talk about motives
these n-ggas be feelin a way
these n-ggas be feelin a way
these n-ggas be feelin a way
why are you feelin a way
i’m blowin purp, i ain’t new to this
ya girl wanna listen to ludacris
and now you just feelin a way
these n-ggas be feelin a way
you n-ggas be feelin a way
d-mn my n-ggas on a rocket
talkin big money like a profit
i don’t wanna talk low money
that’s nonsense
prolly catchin bodies cos the boy stay poppin
plans switch up, but my n-ggas still mobbin
the flow is so drastic
runnin like a bandit
they just wanna talk while a n-gga do damage
swear to god i’m running with some bandits
harlem world really on the rise
got my n-ggas on board, trynna flex in a mansion
drinks follow mackin
blunts follow rappin
i just got a uber to crib
got a wrap with a coat
like a one night savage
n-ggas stay blasted
put n-ggas in a casket
money don’t talk peace
money talk that funny sh-t
you n-ggas just ain’t real
talkin bout that money trick
my n-ggas got them pills
talkin bout this money n-gga
they talkin dope for real
(dope boy for real.)
prolly runnin with that crew n-gga
they got screws in that steel
run it back
all my real n-ggas
they slingin that for that bill
my n-ggas workin in retail
they workin hard and they steal
hit the block with they wheels
shooters out and they will
runnin bullets
c-ck and push it
i got some weed up in my cushion
they playing games
but i overlook it
189 on the rise when we runnin that
5 on 5 and we live off a quarter sack
blowin up purp when i’m throwed like a quarterback
you lack the facts but you sayin facts
is that a snapple fact or actually fact
like do you trap or are you stuck in a trap
they call ya crib when you don’t call em back
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