Letra de 'Salsa (feat. Abdul Kay, Raiza Biza, Mo Muse, Blaze The Emperor & Jessb)' de BLKCITY

Ay oh mi, you hungry?

I always end up in the same club
With the same girl
Trippin' on the same stuff
Complaining about how I'm still the same old me
But you would have been mad if I had've changed though
I always end up in the same club
With the same girl
Trippin' on the same stuff
Complaining about how I'm still the same old me
But you would have been mad if I had've changed though

Me and my crew dress quite impeccable
Suit bespoke lookin' quite incredible
Girl caught the vibe like she tried an edible
Girl, calm down you're acting like an animal
I've been OT OT with the whole team
Couple broskis hang dog in the old Z
You don't know them, know us, you don't know me
Keep it low key, low key, oh you don't see

Yeah, I just delivered my old bitch for an old bitch
Put her in the back and she rode it like she stole it
Tell me she's a hopeless romantic
And then she say I do it better than her old man did
Then it's back to the function
Back to the bullshit
Really should be living with my back to the bullshit
I know every girl here
I wonder if they notice

I always end up in the same club
With the same girl
Trippin' on the same stuff
Complaining about how I'm still the same old me
But you would have been mad if I had've changed though
I always end up in the same club
With the same girl
Trippin' on the same stuff
Complaining about how I'm still the same old me
But you would have been mad if I had've changed though

Hey baby those are nice
What's the price for 'em
Fuck it, we can get married and throw the rice on 'em
Hey life is a gamble, throw the dice on 'em
I'm tryin' be the greatest Jerry Rice on 'em
Fuck? I'm in the basement big? With my niggas
Tryin' to cook up six figures
They claim they do dirt but I know diggas
They claiming that they're?

Shake it like you caught the holy ghost
And throw it back till I'm holding close
It's always the one's I've known to boast
Who talk the most and see me close
And claim it's only jokes
Fuck that nigga get it from the sauce
Where's your table manners young'en?
I'm the nigga with the sauce
At the bar taking shots back and forth like swish
We were playing horsie
Shorty looking like dessert and the main course

I always end up in the same club
With the same girl
Trippin' on the same stuff
Complaining about how I'm still the same old me
But you would have been mad if I had've changed though
I always end up in the same club
With the same girl
Trippin' on the same stuff
Complaining about how I'm still the same old me
But you would have been mad if I had've changed though

These men thinking that they know me
Maybe 'cause I'm cute like Naomi
Well there's two things in life that have certainty
There's death and Jess B don't come for free
I know my worth and I know how to gain gold
And if I fuck with you all know 'cause I say so
Same? Sisters same thing with the same code
Up in this bitch chasing things that I pray for

I always end up in the same club
With the same girl
Trippin' on the same stuff
Complaining about how I'm still the same old me
But you would have been mad if I had've changed though