Lirik Lagu Walk - Young M.A
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They was tryna' get meThey was tryna' get me outLike y'all don't know what I'm aboutY'all do it for the cloutThe streets like, "where you at?"I told niggas I'm en-routeI was working at the house, in the stu'Sleepin' on the couch, tryna' figure outWhat my next move isCome move with the movementI see through you old transparent niggasWho you guys think you foolin'?We bhillen' bhillen'Pinky ring drippin' drippin'My necklace is jewelin'Tre-pound got a barkPark a nigga like amusementNo clowns over hereNo haha, no amusementNah, nah, we ain't losin'Y'all got us confused with them other niggas over thereWho 'dem? Who 'dem?And I'm hoppin' out the BenzGivenchy by the lensI ain't come here for friendsI came here to make money, save money, then I spendM.A., where you beenDon't you do that shit again
You think I give a fuck what a hater got to say about me?That's exactly what they hate about meThey around me when the sun rise, when the sun shiningBut where the fuck y'all was at when it was cloudy?Fake niggas please get the hell from around meI don't even know why these niggas is around meThat was the same niggas that doubt me
Louis pack got me buggin' outLouis scarf, gotta thug it outNew chain, had to flood it outMy money never runnin' outCut the check bihTell them hatin' niggas cut it outWhere the light at? The blunt is outPour me up when my cup is outDidn't mean to fuck herShe had a cramp, so I rubbed it outKick bitches out, wave bye with my rubber outYour opinion doesn't matterThat's one thing I don't give a fuck aboutDick riding, ass kissingThat's somethin' I know nothing 'boutEverybody in the same laneSo I went and took the other routeBaggin' weed at my mother houseIf she knew she would cuss me outSame black tee, same sweatpantsOh well, had to bum it outYoung M.A this, Young M.A thatDamn nigga, what the fuss about?Now niggas just tryna figure outWhen the next joint coming outOh, nowadays niggas want favorsBut if you talk about moneyWell homie then we can work somethin' outLouis scarf for my right sideYeah nigga that's the right sideGive my blood niggas high-fives, hi fiveHer eyes chink and her pussy pink like high eyesBad chick, but that don't mean I won't bring her ass right to PopeyesTwo piece and a thigh for youI ain't paying if the price highGet money, act broke, that's the motto I apply byNever boujee, we on vacay, pourin' Henny in our Mai Tai'sNever change, I'm still the sameDrinkin' Minute Maid with the hot friesIn the club, in V.I.P with y'all bitches and my guysWe get money, we don't want beefTake that beef shit to Five GuysStart shit, got five guys with five 9's, hit you five timesExtendos on the chopper, niggas thought we was carryin' a tripodNiggas like "where the hoes at?"My bad, it's where the thots hideThem lame niggas thereIt's more poppin' here on my sideFake niggas move left, real niggas move clockwiseBlew a check at the jeweler'Cause I won't wear it nigga if it's notFuckin' mine...
You think I give a fuck what a hater got to say about me?That's exactly what they hate about meThey around me when the sun rise, when the sun shiningBut where the fuck y'all was at when it was cloudy?Fake niggas please get the hell from around meI don't even know why these niggas is around meThat was the same niggas that doubt me
Louis pack got me buggin' outLouis scarf, gotta thug it outNew chain, had to flood it outMy money never runnin' outCut the check bihTell them hatin' niggas cut it outWhere the light at? The blunt is outPour me up when my cup is outDidn't mean to fuck herShe had a cramp, so I rubbed it outKick bitches out, wave bye with my rubber outYour opinion doesn't matterThat's one thing I don't give a fuck aboutDick riding, ass kissingThat's somethin' I know nothing 'boutEverybody in the same laneSo I went and took the other routeBaggin' weed at my mother houseIf she knew she would cuss me outSame black tee, same sweatpantsOh well, had to bum it outYoung M.A this, Young M.A thatDamn nigga, what the fuss about?Now niggas just tryna figure outWhen the next joint coming outOh, nowadays niggas want favorsBut if you talk about moneyWell homie then we can work somethin' outLouis scarf for my right sideYeah nigga that's the right sideGive my blood niggas high-fives, hi fiveHer eyes chink and her pussy pink like high eyesBad chick, but that don't mean I won't bring her ass right to PopeyesTwo piece and a thigh for youI ain't paying if the price highGet money, act broke, that's the motto I apply byNever boujee, we on vacay, pourin' Henny in our Mai Tai'sNever change, I'm still the sameDrinkin' Minute Maid with the hot friesIn the club, in V.I.P with y'all bitches and my guysWe get money, we don't want beefTake that beef shit to Five GuysStart shit, got five guys with five 9's, hit you five timesExtendos on the chopper, niggas thought we was carryin' a tripodNiggas like "where the hoes at?"My bad, it's where the thots hideThem lame niggas thereIt's more poppin' here on my sideFake niggas move left, real niggas move clockwiseBlew a check at the jeweler'Cause I won't wear it nigga if it's notFuckin' mine...
