Salute 2

[Jim Jones] Louie belts with the guns still tucked in em, whats up New cars, bad bitches gettin fucked in em, nasty My “Billie Jeans” got 30 thousand bucks in em,im loaded He’s a “get money nygga”fuck with em Til the FEDs come after us Vampire life, true blood….Dracula I double park cars and back traffic up You can hear the fly bitches say “He actin up!” Yeah bytch, I always stay actin up I’ll have you and you girlfriend both lappin up, listen And then she dropped it like it’s hot and tried to back it up I fukked her brains out and then I told her I’ll get back at her We drank Rose til we laughed it up Treat bitches like Ferrari’s…gas em up She was wearin pumps, headed to the Trump Ridin shotti in the Mazi dropped the top UHHHH! [Chorus] [Camron] The Aston…had to rag it out, paper plate tag it out Bottle after bottle, Vado wit me and Snagz is out So the cash is out, you know what that about I need you “ATM” ma….A$s To Mouth Then “MTA”….Mouth To A$s The handcuffs on you….Alcatraz So run with the kid, it’s coke in the house, guns in the crib One to your lid, under a bridge, “And my dudes fukkin with me!” And forget what you heard, get you a bird, and hit up the curb I lit up the herb, I’m sick wit the words, “Man, who fukkin wit me?!” I’ma treat em like Cool C and my man Steady B “Bum, Diddily, Diddily” yeah I sell “Heavy D!” [Chorus] [Juelz Santana] Catch me drivin the Phantom like it’s a sports car 2 door, drop head, top less, sports bra Red bone passenger and she ain’t got on no bra No panties….freaky….nasty….porn star I be at the club ballin….All-Star Wit more bottles at my table than a Sports Bar It look like we at a “Champagne Campaign” We do the damn thang and you won't do a damn thang! 2 steppin, bytch I got my new Airs on I been fly since a baby….I was “Air Borne” Lookin at me is like lookin at a Lear fly I’m so fly I’m bout start my own airline! [End]