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letra de walk down - lil double 0 & future

[part i]

[intro: future]
came up from nothing now
everything we did, pop a pill
f-ck these n-ggas, take ’em on a trip (atl jacob, what the f-ck you mean?)
i gotta show a n-gga the sinnin’ sk!ll, yeah, yeah

[verse: lil double 0 & future]
this sh-t get scary, blood like mary when i walk down on an opp
i think ’bout homicides and walkin’ down since they had took my pops
see, from the city where i come up, n-ggas really don’t give a f-ck
walk down, young n-gga turned thirteen with a big glock 19 tucked
sellin’ dope, i ain’t have a job, broke as f-ck, we used to rob
i was down bad in that kitchen, turnin’ powder into hard (pluto)
you ain’t never served a j (uh), you ain’t never made a play (get down)
you ain’t nеver had to walk down (pluto) broad day shootin’ no drac’, p-ssy (get down)
uh, walkin’ with a pocket full of stonеs like i was pimp c
can’t forget about my houston b-tches f-ckin’ and they sip lean
got gangster hoes from tennessee
new ‘bows comin’ in every week
new hoes comin’ in, f-ckin’ freaks
don’t love ’em, i just pass ’em, g (g)
spent a curry on the t–th, thirty ball
k!ll ’em on camera, ski mask do the job
wi-fi lit, n-gga, get on the block, go handle business, ayy
walk down with switches, ayy
unload the glock, hit all the witness, ayy
[part ii]

[intro: lil double 0 & future]
yeah, okay
uh, uh, uh
walk down, uh

[verse: future & lil double 0]
big old chopper, you catch your opps, you better (walk down, uh)
i got that carbon, i’m sendin’ a n-gga to elvis (walk down, uh)
just a lil’ demon, just a real stepper (walk down, uh)
i’m drinkin’ dope, i like to beam up then (walk down, uh)
it ain’t even fair no more, the score all way up (uh, uh)
she sellin’ p-ssy now, she hoed all way up
pull up in a half a ticket (woah), doors all way up (yeah)
i just f-cked this bad b-tch (woah, woah, woah), my pants d-mn near up (uh, uh)
i done made her cum, she got nut on my shirt (shirt)
after i f-cked the b-tch, walked out rockin’ my merch (she rock my—)
i got a real one to put a glock in her purse (got it in her, b-tch)
i’ma be the flyest n-gga ever on this earth
ain’t goin’ back and forth with no ho, put in some work (put in that work)
i’m gettin’ money, b-tch eat me up like dessert, yeah
send them reckless shooters, be leavin’ in a he-rs-, yeah
my lil’ n-gga juvy gon’ make mamas hurt, woo
five rings on, five chains on
n-gga get they issue with that chopper, now they brain gone
[chorus: future]
i just walked a, i just walked a, i just walked a n-gga down, yeah (uh)
i just, i just walked— (walk down, uh)
i, i just walked a n-gga down (walk down, uh)
i just, i just walked a n-gga down (walk down, uh)
came up from nothin’ now (walk down, uh)
everything we did pop a pill (walk down, uh)
f-ck these n-ggas, take ’em on a drill (walk down, uh)
i gotta show a n-gga my sinnin’ sk!ll (walk down)

- lil double 0 future

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