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Epsom Salt
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Past 7 Days
Epsom Salt was discovered most frequently at around 25 seconds into the song during the past week

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Oh, 5.StarChrome)
(Pablo Picasso)
Uh, uh, uh
Good morning, uh-huh, get up
Mm, say your prayers or somethin'
Mm, wish you luck or somethin'
Mm, BD
[Chorus]
Huh, my fuckin' soda so muddy, shit look like Dave Blunts suit (All purple)
My **** just graduated from college, can't stop gang bangin', he DIMOO (Piru)
This bitch so beautiful, nickname Pineapple, her pussy taste like fruit (Arabian)
Bitch, I can go fuck whoever, you can't fuck nobody, she holla, "Whoopty doo" (You better not)
[Verse 1]
This ho eat the dick too damn good, I done put my jeans on backwards (Goddamn)
Pillow talkin' to the ho, that ain't healthy, through the grapevine, they say you a coward (Send him back)
For the pussy, he drove ten hours, he 'posed to be sleep, simp, these pimp hours
She work a nine to five, I sent her flowers, me and Guap, we like the Twin Towers
[Chorus]
Huh, my fuckin' soda so muddy, shit look like Dave Blunts suit (All purple)
My **** just graduated from college, can't stop gang bangin', he DIMOO (Piru)
This bitch so beautiful, nickname Pineapple, her pussy taste like fruit (Arabian)
Bitch, I can go fuck whoever, you can't fuck nobody, she holla, "Whoopty doo" (Better not)
[Verse 2]
Mm, start rappin', start drivin', fresh out, I'ma rock it, I bet I sell lots (I bet I sell lots)
Caught playin' in traffic, damn near finna park, but BD say chill (But BD say chill)
BD say, "Guap, if they play in this bitch and I'm hoppin' right out" (Chill, chill, the fuck? Uh-huh, uh-huh)
If you woke up broke, then you shouldn't have went to sleep, should've been punchin' the clock, yeah (Uh-huh)
**** think I'm printin' the money, why the fuck you think they call me Guap?
Free my baby Tracy, twenty-three, took a lot of **** down for they watches (Down for they watches)
Me and BD pourin' up drank for two days in the Heights with them Foxes (With them Foxes)
Throwin' back them yellow V cuts, out of smoke, now I'm poppin' 'em Roxies, yeah (Slow down, I'ma be there)
I was on my dick 'til my lick came, grabbed fifty boxes, yeah (I was on my dick, I was on my dick)
I done chopped this bitch, now that **** mad, finna meet the choppers (Frrt)
My bitch say pick a name, callin' out this bitch, got cream soda french toast (The fuck?)
I ain't with the lip trippin', all back and forth, just come up out the hip quick (Yeah)
She on what I be on, like, bitch, how you so hip this shit? (How you so hip this shit?)
Then she say every time she hear me rap, it make her pussy wet (It maker her pussy wet)
Rap **** snitchin', there's probably some young **** out here fakin' shit (**** out here fakin' shit)
Don't think I'm just an artist, rock like guitars, ****, I be playin' wolves
[Outro]
Skrrt, frrt, frrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, rock like guitars, ****, I be playin' wolves (Yeah)
****, yeah (Come on, where you at?)
Guap, I ball like—
Like Chauncey Billups
Huh, huh, yeah
[Instrumental]
(Pablo Picasso)
Written by: Cavin Paige, Dre'jean Dave-Tucker, Guapo
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