Salute by Diplomats
Salute lyrics
[Verse 1 - 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 b-tches 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 b-tches like Ferrari�s�gas em up,
She was wearin pumps, headed to the Trump,
Ridin shotti in the Mazi dropped the top UHHHH!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - 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]
[Verse 3 - 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 wont 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!
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