Joba - Salud lyrics

[Verse 1: Matt Champion] I say "f** it," like James Dean Keep my money on Great Dane And these kids is scared of me like my face was post-Elaine And my b**h is melting Sipping pouches of orange Tang Always hopping white lines like parking spots is c**aine P-party tomorrow, I hope I don't get too wet Because there's p**y everywhere so I am sure I'll be drenched And give that a** just a pinch, and keep your lips on that straw And s** like a [?], it needs a margarita, (f** you!) [Pre-Chorus] Doing d** by the pool, hope you don't fall in Ass up by the pool, hope you don't fall in Cool b**h by the pool, hope she don't fall in... love [Chorus: Matt Champion & Kevin Abstract] I'm sick, (salud) Need a drink, (salud) Here's a toast for you f**s, (salud) Bless you, (salud) Need a smoke, (salud) Here's a toast for you f**s, (salud, salud) [Verse 2: Matt Champion] Hold on b**h, I need a minute to puke This liquor has me feeling like giraffes at a zoo Wobbling, tipping, turning, and slurring my words Like i'm riding alibaba at my local Six Flags They put grams of the powder in six separate bags Then they hide it somewhere deep deep deep in their pants I feel like a dick because I'm thinking like one Maybe it's me, but then again it's the rum, f** [Pre-Chorus] Doing d** by the pool, hope you don't fall in Ass up by the pool, hope you don't fall in Cool b**h by the pool, hope she don't fall in love [Chorus] I'm sick, (salud) Need a drink, (salud) Here's a toast for you f**s, (salud) Bless you, (salud) Need a smoke, (salud) Here's a toast for you f**s, (salud, salud) [Verse 3: Michael Christmas] Salud to the b**h Pouring champagne on a cute lil b**h Tossing TVs out the window, move your whip Go move your sh**, aye, aye, tick tick Get drunk, turn British Girl, lemme see 10 digits I came in with 10 n***as Got in a fight with at least 10 midgets Sold out shows, I was high like pigeons Matt got internet-hoes doing splits I sell Viagra to high school kids, there's really no telling the way that we live When the smoke don't clear cause it's always smoke Toast to the times you could only make toast Dave Chappelle, f** your b**h while you ghost Kanye West, finna get this bold I'm pro-whatever-the-f**-you-wanna-do, do it You getting all the juice, prove it Show me a cup that's full, foolish [?] [Chorus] I'm sick, (salud) Need a drink, (salud) Here's a toast for you f**s, (salud) Bless you, (salud) Need a smoke, (salud) Here's a toast for you f**s, (salud, salud)