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Don't go too heavy on my salt, my nig' Just take it easy with the salt (Shit, that's too much) It's heavy on the salt, my nig' You probably feel it in your throat Yeah, the salt been keepin' you afloat, my nig' That ain't good, baby, that salt gon' itch Don't go too heavy on my salt, my nig' Yeah All these Bordeaux from wineries and different type of spinaches To charcoal grill octopus with all of the appendages One thing they got in common is they all got salt inside But you overdo it as a human, it become a problem Now, I got a picture Don't go too heavy tryna imitate us Lowkey, we them niggas that they been afraid of I'm a product of them benches I give hope to niggas and crеators The breath of fresh air You know thеy runnin' low on ventilators And hospital beds It's not a good time for you to be gettin' shot in the leg So let that salt disappear out yo' heart, woah-de-whoop Nine outta ten doctors'll tell you That too much salt'll really kill you Letras de cancionesYou may or not believe that spilling salt is bad luck But there is one thing about it you better trust Salt can be very dangerous for your health (Get it out yo' blood, man) Too much salt can bring you headache and fatigue You're eating too much salt Don't go too heavy on my salt, my nig' Just take it easy with the salt (Shit, that's too much) It's heavy on the salt, my nig' You probably feel it in your throat Yeah, the salt been keepin' you afloat, my nig' That ain't good, baby, that salt gon' itch Don't go too heavy on my salt, my nig' On the nightly news this evening They not talkin' 'bout seasonin' The lean story is towards that envy that you keepin' For them livin' and them breathin' just for bein' Like, "Damn, Phil, no fanmail?" You feelin' left out or somethin'? Uh You leave a one-star review 'cause they left off the onions That salt's not for me, Himalayan or kosher You salty like crabs in a bucket out the ocean You high, that's no beef stock, let it tenderize Iodine, you just re-rocked, not crystalized It looks the same, though Stop the blood flow, it's bad timing Now you yellin' They not takin' my leg like Big Mama Listen how they say it You put on this Earth to make a difference In a year, when you're on your deathbed and got life in prison How you gon' do this out here? So make your best off, feel me? It's yo' boy [?] (Ah!) [?] My father Kenny told me somethin' when you were born It was a superstorm That angels promised it'll rain whenever you perform You not a horse, son, you a unicorn Of course they wanna stick you in a uniform Stand out, look 'em all in they eyes Fuck the talk, put that salt on your fries They'll try to rewrite history, and call it revised Crossin' yo' T's, dottin' all of yo' I's Fuck that shit, dance on their tears like O did for Lil Saint What's a little rain? Told yo' mama you a million-dollar baby like Hil' Swank You already know who made the city shine These niggas only used to pity facts and petty crime Let these ashy-ass niggas live (Hahahaha) One day, y'all get sick of it The quick lapse, the slow bucks Throwin' salt off the back of snow trucks For dog coin and wooden nickels and sawbucks Slow the salt up, nigga What advice do you have for me at twenty-two years old? Don't do it Don't accept no wooden nickels Don't go too heavy on my salt, my nig' Just take it easy with the salt (Shit, that's too much) It's heavy on the salt, my nig' You probably feel it in your throat Yeah, the salt been keepin' you afloat, my nig' That ain't good, baby, that salt gon' itch Don't go too heavy on my salt, my nig' When the force of the blood against our artery walls is too high Life-threatening health problems can result And the biggest disease in the world is called jealousy From Letras Mania