Jordan D. Mitchell - Salt

Bitch don’t make me salty (Bitch!)
Do not hit my phone don’t you dare call me (Damn!)
Leave that ass on read and make her salty (Bitch!)
I just wanna fuck bitch do you copy? (Aye)
Do you copy? (Aye)
Listen last night I was drunk and I was talking too much
If I told yo ass I love you then you made shit that up
I was at the pregame chillin then that Bacardi caught up
Now we heading to the club and bitch I’m on a hunt
See she twerking in the party all the white boys were staring
So I asked if I could dance she threw it back like the 80s
So My homie caught my back when she drop that ass low
And then we almost kissed but then her face was covered in that snow
Now I can’t fuck a basehead heard she give great ass dome
Then I pulled up with a new girl she an introvert hoe
Late night I’m up in cheeks I know this girl was a freak
She screamed I wanna have your kids I said I gotta leave
Bitch don’t make me salty (Bitch!)
Do not hit my phone don’t you dare call me (Damn!)
Leave that ass on read and make her salty (Bitch!)
I just wanna fuck bitch do you copy? (Aye)
Do you copy? (Aye)
She said that she love me
She don’t know me quit lying
I refuse to let you cuff me
Even the feds out here trying
Pokemon I’m catching hoes
Trade em off I’m supplying
And I fell for a bitch
Who my homie was pipping
I dropped all my hoes including this crazy ass mama
She said if you revoke the dick then we on have some problems
And she tried to fake case on me texting all them threats
So do not be surprised when my goons catch you slip
I feel so damn salty (Whoo!)
Lights on paparazzi (Damn!)
I don’t fuck with Bill Cosby (Nah)
Why yo mama tryna call me (Ring!)
Why yo chicken got no season (Bitch!)
I refuse to be a vegan (Damn!)
Lil bitch left me on read
She did that shit to get even (Ooh)

Written by:
Jordan Mitchell

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