Bath Salts Lyrics
Hov is still livin', Coca Cola's the sponsor (Woo)
I run up with your boo, uh, Hov is a monster
Yeah, huh, they like me like that
Every girl I see wanna be wifey like that
I'm the King of Zamunda, uh, King of the Summer
Come be my Kardashian, Queen of the Come Up, uh
To be loved, Shakespearean, experienced to be honest
Jumpin' off boats, hoppin' off another cliff (Woo!)
Every 6 months, I think I need a new bucket list
Yeah, a n*gga might need a harem
I'm way too much, y'all should share em
I'm feeling like a baron, all I need is a castle
Be my Halle Berry, all you need is a catsuit
All I need is Heaven, I don't want the hassle
God bless the child that can hold his own, achoo
My instincts guide me through this Kurtis Blow culture
Good angel, bad angel sittin' on both shoulders
Don't be trying to gas me, manipulate me, tempt me
Make me have no soul, so I had to take a tally
All the favor of the days when a n*gga wasn't
But love was abundant
Before the car jacking
They won't say it face to face, they say it after I leave
After the first night and argument, she asked for my keys
It's my season, Garden of Eden, we
We are not the same, stadiums
Wiping out everything in my radius, don't play with us
This that street shit
N*gga, f*ck that weak shit
This that street shit
N*gga, f*ck that weak shit
This that street shit
N*gga, f*ck that weak shit
This the bath salts song
Motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit
Coke, weed, deal shit, this that real shit
Shit pop off, we don't blow it up 'til we blow it up
Cats better slow it up, y'all n*ggas know what's up
My niggas throw it up, we all know that
In fact, niggas missing the action, where are they at?
See, you niggas never really been duffed out
But you've got enough mouth to get snuffed out
Duke, the rough route
We don't play around here, nigga, we grown
Start applying the pressure, give the dog a bone
I'm taking half, it's just that simple
Or I can start poppin' niggas like pimples
I'ma let you call it, you ballin'
'Til you get hit with them hot things
Now you're staggerin' and fallin'
I'm holding up the wall
You got more than enough holes in the floor
You're just wasting a n*gga's time, come on, man
I got shit to do, like hit your crew
Might hit your crib, what that bitch gon' do?
Not a damn thing, but go with the program
Beast on that bitch like Conan -- bo-nan
I'ma go where no man has ever gone, n*gga
When it's on, it's on, I'll let you know when in a f*ckin' song
I got nothing to hide, but you got a reason to run
Come through like brrat, 'til the squeezin' is done
And that's just squeezing one, imagine if we all let go
And turn your whole block into death row
This that street shit
N*gga, f*ck that weak shit
This that street shit
N*gga, f*ck that weak shit
This that street shit
N*gga, f*** that weak shit
This the bath salts song
Motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit
Coke, weed, deal shit, this that real shit
Song Details
Singer : DMX, Jay-Z, Nas
Album : EXODUS
Lyrics : DMX, Jay-Z
Music : Swizz Beatz
EXODUS (Tracklist)
1. That's My Dog
2. Bath Salts
3. Dogs Out
4. Money Money Money
5. Hold Me Down
6. Skyscrapers
7. Stick Up Skit
8. Hood Blues
9. Take Control
10. Walking in the Rain
11. Exodus Skit
12. Letter to My Son (Call Your Father)
13. Prayer (Exodus)
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