Butta Butta - Salmon N Mash Lyrics

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Can't cuff no bitch im letting my nutty off like pay day I ball on niggas everyday is a pay day
Your bitch I hit it I hit it like ray j you tell everything when you step in the station
I step in the station and can't speak no english
Flex drop a bomb like he holding a grenade if that bitch want link then she better come
Naked blowing her back yeah bitch im trying to break it
Do a hit and I got low like a nigga was asian
Ten bitches in the room yeah I think they want to train me
Butta come with the gang gang gang gang gang
Niggas want handouts like they bussing the nae nae
So much bros in the can I sign to corrlinks and jpay
Bro in the jam eating zoom zoom and wam wam call up bam bam to pop you like a xanax
Niggas switch up like a mother f*cking transgen
I get band after band think I need me a band-aid
I'm cutting the check up had to give it a band-aid
If it don't make no money then it don't make no damn cent
Want enough money to take care of my grandson
Take the top spot and I hold it for ransom diamonds be biting the diamonds be dancing
Blowing this bag watch these hunnids just vanish
Pussy I beat it mike jackson need janet name a bitch I cannot f*ck nigga name it
I'm cooking the work up don't need me no apron
Sip purple sprite like a nigga jack grape street
Never invalid muthaf*cka I ap
I got ninety nine thotties no wifeys that jayz
Put a end to your game if you think you gon play me
Butta baby butta butta butta baby
Butta baby butta butta butta baby
Butta baby butta butta baby
Love when a bitch kiss my face and call me butta baby
Butta baby butta baby butta baby
Butta baby butta baby butta baby
Butta baby butta baby butta baby
Love when a bitch kiss my face and call me butta baby
Woah woah woah
Yall niggas be garbage like an incinerator
I could finesse a nigga like a negotiator
Claim that they real then be writing them statements
Bitches running back like they play for the raiders
I'm all about that sack like I play for the raiders
Ball on a bitch like I play for the pacers
I don't even trust nigga why the f*ck Ima chase her
She got all of that ass little bitch better shake some
Packs look fat like the shit just ate something
Early bird with the work I be up like eight something
One in the head muthaf*cka you can take one
Into having sex I ain't even making love
Ride with my niggas like im riding a bus
Ima track star track star run it up
Need two more legs im not running enough
Engine go roar yeah im cutting it up
Like a virgin little nigga im not giving no f*ck
Two glocks kriss kross kriss kross make you jump
Busta rhyme in the trap making people want to jump
Keep a two two cause im not the one