Salt Shakers lyrics

Artist  : La Chat 
Song : Salt Shakers



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 {Chorus: repeat 2x}
They some salt shakers, they shakin' shakin' on
your girl
They some salt shakers, they shakin' shakin' on
your girl
They some hating as* hoes and they all up in your
grill
They be smiling in you're face, but they smile
aint real

{Verse 1}
At first it was the hatin' and the muggin'
But now you actin' like you got some lovin'
I know that you a snake bit*h sneaky
Stay close so I won't see your weakin'
Do you really think that we is cool
Youz a damn fool
I'm on that out to make this loop    
I be watchin' you
And I can tell you out to get me
But hoe before I go you got to kill me
You wanna kick it cause you know it goin' down
I ain't a weak bit*h smackin' bit*hes out a crowd
While you be, be talkin' sh*t behind my back hoe
(ooh-wee) I just can't wait to let my cover blow
I said that I don't f**k wit hoes anyway
You ain't got to be in my grill bein' fake
I hate it when a bit*h think that I'm dumb    
Keep on kissin' my as* you don't want none

{Repeat Chorus}

{Verse 2}
I be f**kin' wit a bit*h, cuz a bit*h don't smoke
When we be ridin' I be askin' you to fire up that
dope
I got no love for you hoe, just keepin' it real
I got no friends, mama told me that a friend will
kill
I guess you don't believe bit*h, sh*t you pull
this thang
You try to imitate my style just to get you some
wang
But did you know chat I really don't be givin' a
f**k
 
A bit*hes hoe talkin' back and then you might get
stuck
Cuz you do not see that I see you
Full of animosity but
It's not hard for me to teach you
How to be gone just like me bit*h
You wanna war, then I'ma load up my nine
You wanna squash it, then my niggah it's fine
I got to show a bit*h that I'm about mine
Can't let you slide hoe to many times (yeah)

{Repeat Chorus}

{Verse 3}
You hoes kills me
Why in the f**k you do that shit
Just stop the hating 
That's why I can't f**k wit a bit*h and that is
f**ked up
You better watch your every move or you'll get
shot up
Aint got a damn thang to prove, you want my
niggah
So then you tell him lies and sh*t that you had
made up
A low down bit*h you told him everythang you
thought of
Can't drop no thought down on me bit*h, we got
some real love
Colaboration wit a thug, so I trick you
I know you know I can't be friends wit an ex-hoe
Have conversations wit yo' wanch, so we can stay
close
We kick and talk, you tellin' me bout where you
stay at
And mane that's good, cuz now I know just where
to buck at
I know you hate me but you actin' like it's all
cool
You wanna get me, I'm the one he's commin' home
to
You need to stay the f**k up outta of my grill
Cuz you ain't real this sh*t is gonna lead to a
kill

{Repeat Chorus}