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letra de walked in! - clxuda & stuffy

[intro]
walked in this b-tch keep sticks on my hip
plug walk n-gga talking sh-t he end up in a ditch
hold up let them know not f-cking with these hoes
i hit then i dip so you better watch yo’ tone

[chorus: clxuda ]
walked in this b-tch keep sticks on my hip
plug walk n-gga talking sh-t he end up in a ditch
hold up let them know not f-cking with these hoes
i hit then i dip so you better watch yo’ tone, yuh
walked in this b-tch keep sticks on my hip
plug walk n-gga talking sh-t he end up in a ditch
hold up let them know not f-cking with these hoes
i hit then i dip so you better watch yo’ tone, yuh

[verse 1: stuffy]
told them bring the dough. told them i need more
they put a bag up on his head i need the guala make it flow
all my shooters on that, go, finna up the score
they steady running like some feds, so i can’t f-ck with none of these hoes
my brotha gotta keep that fire, we gon up it let it spark
got laser beam extensions on the glock we k!ll ’em in the dark
oh, that’s your brodie’s pack, we finna pass the spliff to god
yeah, that’s just how it’s finna go when beefin’ with the guys, yeah
[chorus: clxuda ]
walked in this b-tch keep sticks on my hip
plug walk n-gga talking sh-t he end up in a ditch
hold up let them know not f-cking with these hoes
i hit then i dip so you better watch yo’ tone, yuh
walked in this b-tch keep sticks on my hip
plug walk n-gga talking sh-t he end up in a ditch
hold up let them know not f-cking with these hoes
i hit then i dip so you better watch yo’ tone, yuh

[verse 2: stuffy]
walk in this bih don’t touch my guala, i been getting many bands
f-ck around beef with me or clxuda, choppa make you do a dance
how your whole life gon be botted, beefin’ on the internet
finna throw him in that water run up on him get him wet
ok, i walk in they shut the light, these diomands on my body
finna walk em down, i got a glock, i make ’em kiss the .40
i’ll never write my wrongs, these b-tches mad i ain’t worried ’bout you shawty
we finna take ’em out, don’t run up b-tch, i gotta keep it on me
oh, get the bands, no i ain’t going broke
oh, put him in the pack we make him float
oh, taking names, we putting them on notes
oh, f-ck around we put em in that dope

- clxuda stuffy

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