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letra de walkin - fatt macc

[intro]
yeah, yeah
loaf bag boys, loaf bag boys, yeah
(that might be toxic, don’t touch it)

[chorus]
you ain’t get that ass from your mama, b-tch, you got that from the doctor (on god)
i ain’t gon’ lie, i wanna hit you, d-mn, just from the way you walkin’ (yeah)
i want you and you, on me, that ass fat, you ain’t got an option
your n-gga broke, i know he got that cheap-ass charger from the auction (haha)
i know they hate it
when i signed my deal, them n-ggas told me congratulations (f-ck you)
i know that sh-t was cap, i seen that sh-t all in they faces (f-ck ’em)
every risk i took, i think ’bout laylay and lil’ macy (yeah)
every brick i jugg for a better education (for real)

[verse 1]
i don’t really say sh-t (yeah)
cuzzo call me every other day waitin’ on them plates hit (them ‘bows)
i ain’t on no g-y sh-t (yeah)
ridin’ with a car full of d-cks ready to spray sh-t (boom, boom, boom, boom)
probably gon’ put these regular bags down ’cause i can’t make sh-t
i’m probably gon’ put these bags up in the air ’cause i can’t wait, sh-t (d-mn)
i paid auntie lights and she still put me out
guess she probably went against the deal ’cause i quake sh-t
[chorus]
i ain’t gon’ lie, i wanna hit you, d-mn, just from the way you walkin’ (on god)
i want you and you, on me, that ass fat, you ain’t got an option
your n-gga broke, i know he got that cheap-ass charger from the auction (with his poor ass)
i know they hate it
when i signed my deal, them n-ggas told me congratulations (f-ck ’em)
i know that sh-t was cap, i seen that sh-t all in they faces (f-ck ’em)
every risk i took, i think ’bout laylay and lil’ macy (yeah)
every brick i jugg for a better education (on god)
i don’t really say sh-t (woo)

[verse 2]
i sold a half a ‘bow up in a ‘bow bag (finesse)
i got my money out the streets, them n-ggas know that (on god)
she got a bag and fixed her t–th, i call her bodak (yeah)
and i might never get no wifey with my ho ass (haha)
we in the fast lane (yeah), we gettin’ fast money (on god)
ain’t no way in h-ll i’m beefin’ with no crash dummy (no broke-ass)
i give ’em twenty thousand (woo), n-gga, all hundreds (d-mn)
if they catch you sunday, i bet you’re gone monday (on god)
on god

[outro]
i give ’em twenty thousand, i bet you’re gone, yeah

- fatt macc

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