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letra de walking - damedot

[intro – rev. frank ray]
there was by walking, i’m not standing still
but walking can mean i’m moving forward
may be slow, but i’m moving
walking can also mean i’m going somewhere
y’all don’t like me tonight
walking can also mean i’m leaving some folk behind me

[verse 1 – damedot]
(huh) everything expensive, it’s one h-lluva that i’m livin’
i can fit a whole living room in the kitchen
if he play foul when he spike we gon’ blitz him
my plug gotta be master p, it ain’t no limit
i can tell you fresh in the field ’cause you timid
you can tell i’m fresh in the field, i’m in givenchy
ion want to share my heart with you, b-tch i’m stingy
my shirt off white, —- yours dingy
i can see the game clear, i’m a floor seater
baby this a coupe, (huh) not a four seater
opps just got whacked, time to pour a liter
the head ain’t sh-t but the p-ssy been pressure
she get me in private, i’ma bench press her
all designer shoes, i’m a big stepper, i’ll throw some sh-t at your porch, not a newspaper
tell the truth it’s hard to find a —- similar
you only get one shot like a dillinger
i get to passing racks out like a stimulus
you took your cheese and bought a gun, boy you still a b-tch
keep that hoe from ’round me, i be stealing sh-t
your —- watch my page, he be stealing drip
you take hoes out of town, i just be hittin’ sh-t
ksubi jeans got your favorite rapper kit in it
[chorus – damedot]
she gon’ f-ck for some light sh-t, we both grown she know i’m on like a light switch
i get a —- put on ice like some white sticks
gotta follow up on a shot cause you might miss

[monologue – rev. frank ray]
to everybody who started with ya, it was not designed for them to stay
you tryna carry somebody with ya that’s tryna carry you down

[verse 2 – damedot]
birds eye view, i can see the city
put the buffs on, now i see the envy
i ain’t gotta go to no farm just to see some chicken
dawg walked out the farm, now he pourin’ trizzy
i just put a drum on a drizzy, i just put the d-ck in her kidney
put fent in the bobby, we don’t touch the whitney
i can’t leave the bar till my pockets empty
i’m tryna see some coochie, i don’t wanna hear your life story, three hundred bucks for a light quarter
get my b-tch in west v pregnant, have a white daughter
e-class stones look like ice water

[chorus – damedot]
two hundred racks, that’s some light sh-t
big stones in the watch look like ice chips
i get a —- put on ice like some white sticks, gotta follow up on a shot cause you might miss, —-
[outro – instrumental]

- damedot

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