4 Wings

Lyrics

Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce
 Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft
 My niggas shine with the lights off
 Here go some swag you can bite off
 Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce
 Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft
 My niggas shine with the lights off (yeah)
 Here go some swag you can bite off (yeah, yum, wait, yum)
 Open wide, look at God, homicides
 I'm not perfect but I improvise
 Drop shit and my niggas vibe
 Endless nights I cried when Julito died
 My city needs me, I promised I wouldn't fail them
 If you love somebody, I promise that you should tell them
 And buying what you're selling, pockets swelling
 Selling white, showing off, feeling like I'm Ellen
 Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce
 Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft
 
 Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce
 Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft
 My niggas shine with the lights off
 Here go some swag you can bite off
 Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce
 Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft
 My niggas shine with the lights off (yeah)
 Here go some swag you can bite off (yeah, yum, wait, yum)
 Open wide, look at God, homicides
 I'm not perfect but I improvise
 Drop shit and my niggas vibe
 Endless nights I cried when Julito died
 My city needs me, I promised I wouldn't fail them
 If you love somebody, I promise that you should tell them
 And buying what you're selling, pockets swelling
 Selling white, showing off, feeling like I'm Ellen
 Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce
 Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft
 
 Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce
 Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft
 My niggas shine with the lights off
 Here go some swag you can bite off
 Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce
 Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft
 My niggas shine with the lights off (yeah)
 Here go some swag you can bite off (yeah, yum, wait, yum)
 Open wide, look at God, homicides
 I'm not perfect but I improvise
 Drop shit and my niggas vibe
 Endless nights I cried when Julito died
 My city needs me, I promised I wouldn't fail them
 If you love somebody, I promise that you should tell them
 And buying what you're selling, pockets swelling
 Selling white, showing off, feeling like I'm Ellen
 Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce
 Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft
 

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Duration
01:00
Tempo
79 BPM

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