Video Salud de Gawvi 2024 Lyrics | Cristiana

Gawvi - Salud Lyrics

Gawvi, get 'em
I feel like Usain in the cheetah print
Talk fresh game, I don't need a mint
RIP the game, shh, I need a minute
Ok, let's proceed with it
I'm in the house, got the deed with it
These bozos always sneak dissin'
They takin' shots, I'm Hakeem wit it
Like no, no, this league business
Who you really know?
I been moving under oath
Yeah, my connect is way up
I don't keep it on the low
So tell my fam I'll be ok
I sleep right where that reaper play
Even if I DOA I'll wake up and I see glory
excuse my French, s'il vous plait
Ain't no bench, we don't play
You might catch me on the "A"
End the verse like Salt Bay, aye
League
Bout to be some havoc like it's Mobb Deep
Vrrrm, 'bout to hit the top speed
Uh, ayo Gawvi when you drop the beat
Make sure you wish 'em God speed
In my bag, yeah, I don't play
Way too much to navigate, know my ways
You come test me, bet that tomb is empty
Know you can't offend me, talk that trash, my crew is hefty
KB, KB, KB you so FLA, yes
I just let that Son shine, every word I state, yeah
Who dat, who dat, who dat? Tat's dat HGA
Kingdom on my lips, that hallowed be thy name, yeah
Too much sauce, sofrito all on my bars
Afrolatino my sons
Sazon wit that pollo, frito loco
My dawgs from New York, Haiti global South of course
All around the world support
Jesus, yes, that's all we want
God speed!
'Bout to be some havoc like it's Mobb Deep
Vrrrm, 'bout to hit the top speed
Uh, ayo Gawvi when you drop the beat
Make sure you wish 'em God speed