Bath Salt (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Jean Claude Olivier/J.T. Smith/Samuel J. Barnes/Alexander Mosely

Composed by：Jean Claude Olivier/J.T. Smith/Samuel J. Barnes/Alexander Mosely

Hands up hands up

Hands up slip into the bath salt

Push it never 'cuz I have to

Push it it's because I'm a bastard

Push it and I got the game mastered

Push it ear drums dealing with harassment

Push it we back to the basement

Hand on my nuts that's product placement

The game lost it's flavor I wonder where the taste went

Push it I said I wonder where the taste went

Push it slip into the bath salt

Push it slip into the bath salt

Push it slip into the bath salt

Push it real good

Uh boss of all bosses

Face in the car make a young girl noxious

Yea this beat salad when I toss this

Never go against me you lack resources

What I skywalk with the forces

Back in the eighty's I was playin' in Porsches

Money ain't a problem I toll my losses

Maserati coup take galloping horses

Nah there's never been one like me

They're looking for a new me as if there might be

Even with a love song that's unlikely

If L ain't the d**e may lightning strike me

Uh killin' Queens all day

I got what you want what you willin' to pay

Your boy ladies love sound clean on the track

Slip into the bath salt wash my back come on

Push it never 'cuz I have to

Push it it's because I'm a bastard

Push it and I got the game mastered

Push it ear drums dealing with harassment

Push it we back to the basement

Hand on my nuts that's product placement

The game lost it's flavor I wonder where the taste went

Push it I said I wonder where the taste went

Push it slip into the bath salt

Push it slip into the bath salt

Push it slip into the bath salt

Push it real good

Honestly I was scared to come back

It was ugly not knowing how the game would react

Said my old gym teacher he supposed to rap

But now I teach class put back Tony as

You see it in my eyes transparent like glass

Giving all for my soul to have another smash

Yea L L Cool J

Thirty years later be me for a day

Same day just a daddy she love me anyway

So I told er what to read and I showed er

How to pray

Cats on my team got N B A

But it's my black as from the web we stay

I don't whack my suicides I act my age

Never try to sound like a rapper I raised

Roared as a tiger can't grow no brains

But the money's coming in in three sixty ways

Push it never 'cuz I have to

Push it it's because I'm a bastard

Push it and I got the game mastered

Push it ear drums dealing with harassment

Push it we back to the basement

Hand on my nuts that's product placement

The game lost it's flavor I wonder where the taste went

Push it I said I wonder where the taste went

Push it slip into the bath salt

Push it slip into the bath salt

Push it slip into the bath salt

Push it real good

Lookin' kinda salty over there

Lookin' kinda salty over there

Lookin' kinda salty over there

Lookin' kinda salty over there

Lookin' kinda salty over there

Lookin' kinda salty over there

Lookin' kinda salty over there

They's are kinda salty over there