Salty lyrics
by Robb Bank$
[Verse]
I'm the sh*t, believe that woe
f*ck that b*tch, I don't need that ho
These b*tches snap pics, don't let em charge they phone
b*tch it's Robb Bank$, you could leave me alone
Imma kill them with the note, pus*y n*gga look at that
I had to remind him come get his b*tch back
f*ck n*gga, it's the young OutKast, Big Boi in the pants
And a n*gga touch more than three stacks
I know yo duck ass open up to these hoes, boy
Dread head with the eagle beak to yo low
Double S around the globe, gym, sea, or home, boy
Bam on go, I bet he throw that flintstone, boy
Tell these n*ggas put my di*k in they mouth
Stop acting like a b*tch, her mouth drop
She hold my clip, she better give me something to sip
Now I take it out ya check, I'm the boss
PH balance off, boy, he was high on sodium from the start
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me why you mad, yeah, I f*cked your friend
But that don't mean me and you can't f*ck again
Girl what you saying? Middle finger to yo man
When the last time your stomach hurt after sex?, b*tch
I could give a f*ck bout that b*tch
But she can't hate me cause she can't hate di*k
Yeah me and little momma go together
But when she text back with that one word answer
[Chorus]
Salty (aye), salty (aye)
Salty (aye), salty (aye)
Salty (aye), salty (aye)
Salty (aye), salty (aye, shawty don't be)
Salty (aye), salty (aye)
Salty (aye), salty (aye)
Salty (aye), salty (aye)
Salty (aye), salty (aye, shawty don't be)