Blu DaDon - Salvage

Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah
Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah
I love you Will
Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah

Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah
Okay, finna put her to the test
Bitch, I'm with my dawg, I feel like I'm Johnny Test

Pull up on him, Jeffrey Dahmer how this glock eat up his flesh
Watched his blood splat everywhere, damn, it made a mess
S on my chest, I ain't Superman, I just want the sex
Think I'ma killer cause I close my eyes and all I see is red

Oh boy, pop a nigga in his face like he do meds
Oh boy, I ain't sleepin' till I hear that nigga dead
Salvage, watch him bleedin
Eyes closed, I hear screamin

Dark clouds, I see a demon
Glock ready, give me a reason
Grave digger, Paul Berrer, what I am
Don't want no breakfast, eggs or ham no Sam , I am

Don't need no haircut right now, just need a trim
Tryna get my digits up, tryna stack a M
I'm too damn high, start to count in two
The time I'm supposed to come and step on you

Got the wok in my hand, poured up another dose
I ain't trustin' no more bitches, they just pick n' choose

Written by:
Elijhon Bangham

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