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9lokknine - walkkin كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
know what i’m sayin’?
bandage (guy need a bandage in the cut)
bandage that boy (b_tch, you ain’t cut nothing)
uh_uh
b_tch ass n_gga

[verse]
got [?] in the cut, you might need a bandage (oh, yeah)
and i been on that f_ck sh_t, don’t care what they say (at all)
i’m just runnin’ out of love ’cause that sh_t go both ways (come on)
i say, “n_ggas ain’t on none, they just renegotiate” (okay)
i peep, ’em all hate (oh, yeah, oh, yeah), all fake (ayy, ayy)
n_ggas tryna ball a block, then we gon’ ball fake (come on)
look, i be the one who call the shot and not the ball play (at all)
i start the whole collar, mhm, now i [?] (baow, baow, baow)
i say, “run a n_gga down about that beef, hit his tomato” (come here)
birds of a feather flock together, don’t save ’em (mmm_mmm)
how you got yo’ stonе took but in that booth you so gangsta? (the f_ck?)
n_ggas yes man, i’m talkin’ mr. favour favour
i be postеd in that swamp, yeah, gneezy, alligator
and i was stealin’ cars, i see them folks, go and shake ’em (i’m goin’, i’m goin’)
run a n_gga down, straight shots, no chaser (come here)
talkin’ dirty face in town, clean cut, no [?]
i’m stickin’ to the script, no pad, no paper (at all)
i keep it on my hip, bad back ‘fore i face ’em (baow, baow, baow)
i’ma trip when them trips, gonna tie your shoelace (come on)
they like, “f_ck lil g9, that lil’ boy two_faced”
and i keep blue faces (uh_huh, uh_huh), ayy, who race? (oh, yeah)
it’s a sh_ll catcher at the end of the stick, who traced
i be tryna stop my dogs from sit, who waitin’?
mama told me, “nah, just sit yo’ ass down and have patience” (come on)
i respect you to a dog, but, i’m a dog ass n_gga
i said, “ain’t none to fold a b_tch up behind that pistol” (ain’t none)
i say, “even on a road, n_gga, know i ain’t no swisher” (no sweet)
he hidin’ behind that image, only good on a picture
ni_n_ggas booty_shakin’, almost took him for a stripper (ayy, ayy)
hw say, “everything kosher,” ’til we crack his lil’ pickle (come here)
he snoozin’ off that lean, now he off a big slipper (ayy, ayy)
even though that boy my dog, you know i had to [?]
these n_ggas taste the rainbow, call that boy a bag of skittles
i hit it from a angle, ’cause i got a grippy pistol (baow, baow, baow)
you n_ggas b_tches from all angle, y’all are dogs, not k!llers (at all)
i’m talkin’ make a n_gga beat it, michael jackson, no thriller (come here, come here)
the way that stick hit repeatin’, he did not f_ck the trigger (baow, baow, baow)
all he heard was, “fah, fah,” that’s a snaggle tooth pistol (okay)
n_ggas talk behind yo’ back, why you braggin’ so official (yeah, yeah)
i done drenched up my mouth, drenched up his house (ayy, come on)
why you the f_ck you flaggin’ like the grinch never out? (i’m here)
i be slidin’ foreign, but, right now i’m in her house
n_ggas get no pass, it’s a tag on yo’ mouth (come here)
before i go out bad, i’ma crash this b_tch out
rat (ayy, ayy), n_ggas never rat (at all)
there’s a way (always), gotta be, we drownin’ in the set
i’m with lil tech (ayy), and he say he ain’t stoppin’ ’til they straight
these n_ggas [?], like why you showin’ all that chest?
[outro]
why you showin’ that lil’ chest?
why the f_ck you doin’ that boy?

- 9lokknine

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