Salsa – Ambjaay

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that’s probably Tago)
Yeah
What he say?
Ayy, it cost to live like this, you heard me? (Cállate, Mike Crook)

Look at my salsa
I be drippin’ when I walk up
Ayy, I had to boss up
Dick fuck her jaws up
Ayy, I fucked the mall up
Where I’m from, they do drive-bys and walk-ups
You know I’m dripped up
Ayy, don’t get your bitch fucked
Aim the chop at his Milk Dud
Bustdown got my wrist buff
Bitch, I’m him, bitch, I been up
She a freak, man, that bitch eat my kids up

I came from nothing, lil’ bitch, I’m a hood trophy
Kickin’ doors, runnin’ from police
I run them bands up, I do my thing on the low-key
If he trip, chopper speak, catch them bullets like a goalie
Eat that cash up like Pac-Man, ayy, I need my backend
Chase a bag with a passion
AMB on the fashion
Beat it up like a savage
Good dick fuck up her lashes
She wanna fuck ’cause I’m poppin’
Wanna fuck ’cause I’m brackin’
All money in, bitch, I’m addin’
He don’t want smoke
Yeah, he don’t want static
Hit-stick his bitch, no Madden

Look at my salsa
I be drippin’ when I walk up
Ayy, I had to boss up
Dick fuck her jaws up
Ayy, I fucked the mall up
Where I’m from, they do drive-bys and walk-ups
You know I’m dripped up
Ayy, don’t get your bitch fucked
Aim the chop at his Milk Dud
Bustdown got my wrist buff
Bitch, I’m him, bitch, I been up
She a freak, man, that bitch eat my kids up

Y’all can’t fuck with the Jaay, man
Bust that thing like an AK
Better watch out for gang gang
Lil’ bitch, you know we tote things
Big bands, we don’t do chump change
Fuck what they say, I let my nuts hang
All my niggas with the extras
Chopper shoot if he test us
Came from nothing, I’m blessed up
AMB on the piece, yeah, it hold my neck up
Drippin’ sauce, y’all done messed up
Bitch, I do ’em foul, yeah, I’m talkin’ that and-one
Big bands, can’t hold my pants up
AMB the winning team, yeah, I know they can’t stand us
Wild out with a stick, Nick Cannon

Look at my salsa
I be drippin’ when I walk up
Ayy, I had to boss up
Dick fuck her jaws up
Ayy, I fucked the mall up
Where I’m from, they do drive-bys and walk-ups
You know I’m dripped up
Ayy, don’t get your bitch fucked
Aim the chop at his Milk Dud
Bustdown got my wrist buff
Bitch, I’m him, bitch, I been up
She a freak, man, that bitch eat my kids up

Ayy, it cost to live like this, you heard me?