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letra de walk (freestyle) - enchanting

[intro]
(d-mn, tye, you made this b-tch too? the f-ck got into you?)
ayy
big chant
talk my sh-t right quick, the f-ck?
ayy

[verse]
i’m on that drank, so i barely could walk
excuse me if my words be slurred when i talk
i stacked a few hundred racks in the vault
my n-gga be nailing me right to the cross
i’m having real motion, i can’t take no loss
i been so deep in that field like i’m moss
he flashing that money, i’m taking him off
these n-ggas be b-tches, i swear they be soft
lambo truck, a few hoes in the back
they snappin’ up, kodak, i’m sipping on ‘yac
just rolled a dead man in the ‘wood and it’s fat
how you looking for me when you know where i’m at?
got shooters bеhind me, four deep in the ‘lac
can’t love mе no ho, it’s return of the mack
he asking me why i do him like that?
i’m slow out these drawers, but i’m quick to react (on god)
i got my fire in the club
just counted like forty in dubs
youngest turnt where i’m from like i’m dugg
i be steppin’ on hoes like a rug
too in the streets, so don’t call me your cuz
if it’s that, give a f-ck what it was
don’t get whacked tryna build you a buzz
makin’ diss songs got your brother k!lled
want a war with a boss, need a couple mil’
been having pape’ ‘fore i signed a deal
they throwin’ dirt, but i’m shining still
on probation, just caught me a case
but i still carry fire, that’s the way i live
can’t no n-gga pull up where i stay
on my mama, ’cause that’s just not what it give
all my opps get deleted, they toe-tagged
up on the scoreboard, we doing ’em so bad
my lil’ b-tch look like jolie and i don’t even know brad
real bad, facecard eat, i don’t need no ass
your n-gga in love with me, big chant who he love to see
got a ho look like cardi, i’m throwing the b’s
i been f-ckin’ hoes, it’s gettin’ boring to me (wow)
kick her out the maybach, this ho gotta walk
you looking at thirty every time i talk
h-ll nah, i ain’t chasin’ no n-gga, might walk
spent your money, ain’t f-cking, no, that’s what you thought
and none of my whips don’t be rented, they bought
i been gettin’ head in the sky in my loft
my lifestyle expensive, you know that sh-t cost
wanna f-ck, but ain’t trickin’, you tickin’ me off
big chant

- enchanting

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