Walk

Walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, walk

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talk, walk, walk, talk

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Talk, talk, walk, talk, walk

Talk, walk, walk, walk

Talk, talk, talk, talk

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I got lots of drug dealers (I got lots of drug dealers)

I be gettin' in my feelings (I be gettin' in my feelings)

I got problems with the women (I got problems with the women)

Tell them hoes I ain't perfect

I don't really know how I live in the streets

I be dyin' everyday, tryna keep it all discrete

I be ****in' up my life, I don't really give a shit

Poppin' pills in my room, I can count on counterfeit

I don't really give a **** about the lighters in my room

I don't give a **** if I know nobody in the room

I'll shoot 'em down anyway, *****es can't consume

All this swag up in my pocket (What?)

'Cause you know you lose your cool (What? Ayy, ayy)

Free drugs

Free drugs

Free drugs

Free drugs

Free drugs

Free drugs

Free drugs

Free drugs

When I pull up with your *****

Don't give a **** if you're rich

Don't give a ****, *****, I'm lit

Diggin' my **** in her ribs

Kissin' her **** with my lips

I kill the *****, no shit

I kill the ***** and dip

Skeet, skeet with the jets

Beat up, beat up on the ***** (Okay)

Homie, what the **** you lookin' (Okay)

I got your ***** and she cookin' (Okay)

Suckin' my **** like a rookie

Derek Jeter, I'm a rookie

Tell 'em we makin' a movie

I'm finna buss on her boobies

Drugs on me, I'm a junkie

Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk

Talk, walk, walk, talk

Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk

Talk, talk, walk, talk, walk, talk

Walk, walk, walk

Talk, talk, talk, talk

Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk