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walkntalkncheck - revolver كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: walkntalkncheck]
i’m so high, can’t open my eyes, you don’t see what i see
you ain’t gettin’ money, they escort you out the trap, can’t be where i be
started sippin’ dirty right out the seal, the carton, i ain’t measure my lean
n_gga wanna talk crazy, get stepped on, you know what i mean
this year, i don’t wanna do nothin’ but get some f_ckin’ money
this year, i said scorch, you know i’m f_ckin’ comin’
this year, you n_ggas dyin’, quit playin’ with me, boy
i took off with your b_tch, quit playin’ with me, boy
all i wanna know
is you ridin’ for a score (yeah)
i’m mr. keep a big bankroll
load up your revolver, c_ck back and let it blow (yeah)

[verse 1: walkntalkncheck]
had to make sure baby mama kept it saucy
i can smoke you out today and it won’t cost me
open your eyes, if you’re dumpin’ it just like a .45
look in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a hero
shoot him in the eye just for lookin’ like he wanna bite somethin’
come around playin’, you gon’ get jacked, you got the right one
score you been credit card fraud all your life, huh
when you off the block, you start from nothin’ and go get piped up
i bet i get that p_ssy wet, i sing the right song
she might just get my whole knot if she ain’t got no thongs
i just finessed a n_gga, he know not to even call my phone
he was poppin’ big sh_t, we stretched his ass out for them ‘bows
[chorus: walkntalkncheck]
i’m so high, can’t open my eyes, you don’t see what i see
you ain’t gettin’ money, they escort you out the trap, can’t be where i be
started sippin’ dirty right out the seal, the carton, i ain’t measure my lean
n_gga wanna talk crazy, get stepped on, you know what i mean
this year, i don’t wanna do nothin’ but get some f_ckin’ money
this year, i said scorch, you know i’m f_ckin’ comin’
this year, you n_ggas dyin’, quit playin’ with me, boy
i took off with your b_tch, quit playin’ with me, boy
all i wanna know
is you ridin’ for a score (yeah)
i’m mr. keep a big bankroll
load up your revolver, c_ck back and let it blow
load up your revolver, c_ck back and let it blow
load up your revolver, c_ck back and let it blow
load up your revolver, c_ck back and let it blow
load up your revolver, c_ck back and let it blow

[verse 2: hunnitbandflex]
i’ma c_ck back, let it blow, let me show you somethin’
all that flexin’ that you doin’, you gon’ make me hold you somethin’
n_gga speakin’ on my score, you gon’ make me murder somethin’
i was f_cked up on my last, n_gga, and got ahold of somethin’
better whip down and get out of control if i owe you somethin’
with my bro, he’ll wipe a nose, the slimiest n_gga i know
with my score, b_tch we run the globe, let a n_gga know
if you score, you better blow that pole when it’s time to score
how you feel, baby? we get rich without you
bro told me to pop it, remember they used to doubt me
and this sh_t a must when you come up in poverty
i’m on plenty drugs, vision very cloudy
how you feel, baby? how you feel, baby?
how you feel, baby? how you feel, baby?
how you feel, baby? how you feel, baby?
how you feel, baby? how you feel, baby?
how you feel, baby?

- walkntalkncheck

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