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letra de walk - chopz (mi)

[intro: babyfxce e]
(i ain’t gon’ lie, you tripped on this b-tch, jay)
huh, b-tch
walk down, striker gang, striker boys, all that sh-t, n-gga
huh
i just raced a n-gga and took off on him twice
peg on the front of the glock, i ain’t get this off no—
huh, okay, come on
b-tch

[verse 1: babyfxce e]
huh, i just raced a n-gga and took off on him twice
peg on the front of the glock, but i ain’t get this off no bike
it’s a d-ck in it too, but i ain’t get it off no dyk-
we be holdin’ sticks in the air, but we ain’t on no strike, n-gga
i pump gas and leave it runnin’, this a strike, n-gga
this ain’t no standard h-llcat, b-tch, it got the pipes in it
that n-gga devin haney, he ain’t got no fight in him
she tryna make love, b-tch must not know i spike b-tches

[verse 2: chopz]
me and bro be runnin’ through these hoes, we somethin’ like a hike with it
you bring up me and lean, don’t forget the sprite with it
this truck got me feelin’ like a baby, bro, i’m high sittin’
b-tch get jealous with the drank, so i’m hidin’, sippin’
i got a problem with the—
i got a problem with the drank, i feel like charles, i can hardly fix it
you know that b-tch a sl-t, she love her finsta
real striker boys for real, this is not no rental
sn-tch his scat when he go to sleep, man, this sh-t simple
[verse 3: babyfxce e]
i don’t pay for p-ssy, but if it’s that, then i might tip you
she so open in the club, she off shirley temples
i know this b-tch tryna f-ck, she just showed her nipple
huh, come on, huh
man, some n-ggas just walked in, now i gotta stay on point
real smackers with me, all i gotta do is f-ckin’ point
this a game to me, every b-tch i hit, that’s a point
shootin’ the k with one hand, man, i think i popped a joint
faceshot while his ass smokin’, i just popped a joint
huh, every time my b-tch call, i just get annoyed
facecam, ganja gods, b-tch, you can get employed
if she ain’t f-ckin’ me, she playin’ with her toy
n-gga can’t put you in the lam’, you playin’ with a boy

[verse 4: chopz]
come f-ck with our side, b-tch, we turnt
dog keep sayin’ that he next, but he burnt
drac’ll leave his ass stiff like he had a bad perm
the box on the glock sound like two guns that got a burst
that drank got me in a—
that drank got me in a dead coma, bro, go get a nurse
i’m a vet at this sh-t, bro, i’m gucci
i’m tryna roll some ‘za up, man, hand me a loosie
this your b-tch favorite song, n-gga, we feel like toosii
don her favorite drink, man, that get her loosie
she drunk as h-ll, tryna make a movie
f-ck it, lil’ b-tch, we finna make one and be on tubi
i be diggin’ in her sh-t, she keep tryna move me
me and fxce on the beat, you know that b-tch groovy
we pull up to your spot, get that b-tch open
you can paralyze your lil’ b-tch and she still goin’
my brother front me a couple lines and i’m still owin’
i can barely hold my eyes open, n-gga, and i’m still pourin’

- chopz mi

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