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p yungin – walk it out (remix) كلمات اغاني

[intro: p yungin]
you know what it is
big 38, n_gga, 4k_trey
(wassamwop)

[chrous: p yungin]
rip lil trent, no, i ain’t never showed no fake hand
these diamonds real on my neck, you play i bust your man
choppa walk him down and leave him dead, leave him on his hands
we don’t send no threats b_tch this extension it’ll f_ck your friend
[post chrous: p yungin]
i don’t give no f_ck cause, b_tch, you know that i got f_ckin’ bands
knots up in my pocket, make that bullet f_cking touch your friend
while they go touch your clique, i’ma be in the back seat, chopping it up with ten
i thought he was up in a casket, and my whole gang they had a grand

[verse 1: p yungin]
make that p_ssy touch the pavement, since he speaking on me in the wind
remember you ain’t wanna f_ck with me, wanna f_ck with me now in the end
put this laser in your face and this b_tch here gone touch your chin
i ain’t gotta c_ck it one in the head, and that hoe more than 10
i got n_ggas who been juggin’, they been packing all up in the pen
saw big gutter work that dog food, so he ain’t have to work again
runnin’ in the streets and we was thuggin’, we was clutching sticks
make them call your name n_gga, b_tch, that’s on lil f_ckin’ trent

[chrous: p yungin]
r.i.p lil trent, no, i ain’t never showed no fake hand
these diamonds real on my neck, you play i bust your man
choppa walk him down and leave him dead, leave him on his hands
we don’t send no threats, b_tch, this extension it’ll f_ck your friend
r.i.p lil trent, know i ain’t never showed no fake hand
these diamonds real on my neck, you play i bust your man
choppa walk him down and leave him dead, leave him on his hands
we don’t send no threats, b_tch, this extension it’ll f_ck your friend
[post chrous: p yungin]
i don’t give no f_ck cause, b_tch, you know that i got f_ckin’ bands
knots up in my pocket, make that bullet f_cking touch your friend
while they go touch your cl!ck, i’ma be in the back seat, chopping it up with ten
i thought he was up in a casket and my whole gang they had a grand

[verse 2: rico taliban]
when it’s all livid
the scars trendin’
the hood prince
it was meant
don’t forget
the hood can’t see without me, i’m the neighborhood lens
somebody get my opps some vodka, heard them n_ggas hidin’ they kin
if i buy them extra legs, them n_ggas still won’t stand a chance
tell ’em free baba osama, money fallin’ out my pants
n_ggas think i k!lled they grandma, i done smoked a million grams
on this flight with fifty bands, i spend twenty when i land
hear a million voices sayin’ don’t lose
i was really in the streets before my youtube
i was really in the streets before this pro tools
hardbody n_gga, go and check my statue
i’m geeked as h_ll, i get to feelin’ like i’m urkel
got in dsquared² and got them b_tches out my circle
i just think where i’m born at, that’s where i’m sippin’ purple
i just got to new orleans, bought saint laurent and perkies
you ain’t cut like that, we know that you the scared n_gga
i buy army guns just to shoot above the legs with ’em
you better not tuck your tail, i got it tucked, don’t go and tell, n_gga
i’m shippin’ all this smoke like for real, how this mail get here?
[post chrous: p yungin]
i don’t give no f_ck cause, b_tch, you know that i got f_ckin’ bands
knots up in my pocket, make that bullet f_cking touch your friend
while they go touch your clique, i’ma be in the back seat, chopping it up with ten
i thought he was up in a casket, and my whole gang they had a grand

- p yungin

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