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letra de walk down again - doe boy & babyface ray

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walk down again
walk down again
imma walk down again
doebeezy, doebeezy

wake up get geeked, might walk down a opp street
6 feet deep where im trynna see a opp be
n-ggas ain’t street, he ran to the gram and blocked me
know that cost a bag, ever see those sh-ts on my feet

-verse doe boy
beezybrush doing probably f-cking on your thotty
100 racks all in your face i make you wanna rob me
know you feel some kind of way, you probably wanna pop me
my youngin need a bbl, got all them f-cking bodies (oh really)
she see me and drop down to her knees
trynna prove to the king that she down for the team
hood rich i feel like king couple thou for the sneaks
all these rappers stealing sauce got it down to a t
up a couplе m’s, you should copy off of me
but you can’t cuz you’re broke, you can’t copy off a g
rеpping r-b-m-g till the day i d-i-e
say they shooting when we meet, well he just tell a l-i-e
he be saying this and that, but i bet he won’t do sh-t to me
and it made me up this uzi, this b-tch dance like lil uzi
i suggest you just salute me, cuz you know you ain’t gonna shoot me
n-gga try me while im shopping, left a man down in loui (oh really)
verse baby face ray

went to sleep geeked, woke up still geeked
got a pretty face patek, pulled it out her then i skeet
run these tires on your street, hit the pedal watch em scream
ay you say you got em cheap, dem the ones we can meet
face what you you doing probably f-cking on this b-tch
you can smell the za with the baccara thats mix
tossin’ all this paper finna pay these b-tches rent
she just ate me up, i sent her out in a zip
beezy
1 yellow, 1 rose yeah that asshoe
i got b-tches water warm, finna spazz on em
heard them b-tches (boop) did the dash on em
we do what we want and we live life like we ain’t gotta care
make a n-gga talk right to the choppa, f-ck a arguement
you know i get my v’s from
got my youngins creeping, watching stalking em
(look) we treat the traphouse like an office (yeaa)
you ain’t catch me somewhat a boss is
i won’t catch you unless im logging in
i ain’t gotta think if it’s you or me
i hear all these n-ggas talking money speaking fluently
your b-tch choosing me, and i dont touch em unless it’s 2 a piece

- doe boy babyface ray

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