{Chorus: repeat 2x}
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They some salt shakers, they shakin' shakin' on your girl
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They some salt shakers, they shakin' shakin' on your girl
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They some hating ass hoes and they all up in your grill
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They be smiling in you're face, but they smile aint real
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{Verse 1}
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At first it was the hatin' and the muggin'
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But now you actin' like you got some lovin'
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I know that you a snake bitch sneaky
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Stay close so I won't see your weakin'
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Do you really think that we is cool
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Youz a damn fool
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I'm on that out to make this loop
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I be watchin' you
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And I can tell you out to get me
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But hoe before I go you got to kill me
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You wanna kick it cause you know it goin' down
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I ain't a weak bitch smackin' bitches out a crowd
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While you be, be talkin' shit behind my back hoe
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(ooh-wee) I just can't wait to let my cover blow
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I said that I don't fuck wit hoes anyway
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You ain't got to be in my grill bein' fake
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I hate it when a bitch think that I'm dumb
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Keep on kissin' my ass you don't want none
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{Repeat Chorus}
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{Verse 2}
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I be fuckin' wit a bitch, cuz a bitch don't smoke
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When we be ridin' I be askin' you to fire up that dope
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I got no love for you hoe, just keepin' it real
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I got no friends, mama told me that a friend will kill
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I guess you don't believe bitch, shit you pull this thang
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You try to imitate my style just to get you some wang
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But did you know chat I really don't be givin' a fuck
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A bitches hoe talkin' back and then you might get stuck
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Cuz you do not see that I see you
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Full of animosity but
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It's not hard for me to teach you
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How to be gone just like me bitch
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You wanna war, then I'ma load up my nine
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You wanna squash it, then my niggah it's fine
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I got to show a bitch that I'm about mine
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Can't let you slide hoe to many times (yeah)
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{Repeat Chorus}
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{Verse 3}
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You hoes kills me
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Why in the fuck you do that shit
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Just stop the hating
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That's why I can't fuck wit a bitch and that is fucked up
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You better watch your every move or you'll get shot up
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Aint got a damn thang to prove, you want my niggah
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So then you tell him lies and shit that you had made up
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A low down bitch you told him everythang you thought of
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Can't drop no thought down on me bitch, we got some real love
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Colaboration wit a thug, so I trick you
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I know you know I can't be friends wit an ex-hoe
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Have conversations wit yo' wanch, so we can stay close
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We kick and talk, you tellin' me bout where you stay at
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And mane that's good, cuz now I know just where to buck at
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I know you hate me but you actin' like it's all cool
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You wanna get me, I'm the one he's commin' home to
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You need to stay the fuck up outta of my grill
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Cuz you ain't real this shit is gonna lead to a kill
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{Repeat Chorus}
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Salt Shakers
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| La' Chat |
