K-Major - Salute (Mastered) lyrics

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K-Major - Salute (Mastered) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, ey For real, for real This for my young n***as grindin', went stashed 'em a Rollie [Hook] I call the play like I'm John Madden I f** that b**h in the Steve Maddens Pitchin' the ROC like I'm Ty-Ty Mixin' the soda like hair dye Twist up some dodie, my n***a, let's twist up some dodie This for my young n***as grindin', went stashed 'em a Rollie [Bridge] I see your loyalty payin' off I see your grind been payin' off I see the dope, been payin' off I see the plug, been payin' off I went to work, they were layin' off Lil shawty be popping them Xans off Lil mama, she do it the best now s**ing that dick with no hands now [Verse 1] My lil ride it bloody to [?], I told a young n***a to stand down Pineapple phantom, Promethazine on me, get loaded I told you I'm ready to get it, my n***a, I'm focused I got way too much juice, n***as can't hold me b**hes can't hold me, I'm juiced up with shorty I'm whipping the 'Rari, or the new Maserati Bust a jug in the West End at the parking lot Used to sell my crack at Days Inn, had it crazy hot Styrofoam cups, all I know is I get crazy mail My partners on dust, they gon' shoot up a whole stadium I don't trust your baby mama but we made a crazy film And I smashed her last night on a lot of pills [Hook] I call the play like I'm John Madden I f** that b**h in the Steve Maddens Pitchin' the ROC like I'm Ty-Ty Mixin' the soda like hair dye Twist up some dodie, my n***a, let's twist up some dodie This for my young n***as grindin', went stashed 'em a Rollie [Verse 2] No mercy, no manners, no glory, no story, I'm very important Protect the sources, I was dippin' the fork, I could jump in the Porsche When I jumped off the porch, I was selling that crack like that sh** was a sport I was running through bushes, jumping over fences, I gotta get 'way from them narcs Hey, man I can never get 'way from this art They treat you like Lord, they treat you like God when you beat the odds None of my dreams was reality just a few years ago, homie was starvin' This for my young n***as grindin', went stashed 'em a Rollie [Verse 3] I feel the weight on your shoulders, I need to blaze up the doja You need to blaze up the doja, I gotta keep my composure I gotta keep on goin', come and lay with you early in the mornin' And when the sun rise, I know it's k**ing you I ain't down with you no more You done caught feelings, you can't take it no more Me coming through, smashing, leaving right back out the door I could tell it's somebody else you spending your time with I'm just tryna find me somebody else I can grind with You want me acting like a n***a on some nine to five sh** Ain't tryna treat you like no side b**h, but you my b**h Diamonds on your ankle, baby, whoa I been in the kitchen cooking all night [Bridge] I see your loyalty payin' off I see your grind been payin' off I see the dope, been payin' off I see the plug, been payin' off I went to work, they were layin' off Lil shawty be popping them Xans off Lil mama, she do it the best now s**ing that dick with no hands now

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