Текст песни 4Wings

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