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letra de meet the walkers 2 - lil double 0 & nardo wick

[intro: lil double 0]
meet the walkers, if you movin’ like me then i—, uh
if you walkin’ with—
we’re disputin’

[chorus: lil double 0]
slatt, come meet the walkers, if you movin’ like me, then i talk ’em
see, he wanna be me, but that boy an impostor, he broke
just watch how i walk on this beat and i float
lil double can get on that b-tch and go crazy
then slow sh-t down and go fast, don’t play no more
f-ck about no rapper, still a trapper, slangin’ them pounds of dope
[verse 1: lil double 0]
just had called my phone, said he need him a wakeup
halftime, we got the block on so’
told my n-gga to handle the ways, if the opps come back
then we gotta go get him somе more
pull up, just clappin’, i don’t give a f-ck who out therе
n-gga, they all gotta go
ayo, beezy, get nasty, ate the man up in traffic
they don’t give a f-ck if they have any money
i’m havin’ my way with these hoes
let’s go, he covered, he duckin’ he pluck ’bout a ho’
all these hoes, they be slitherin’, they f-ckin’ with bl!cky’s
i’m way far from a kid, but i still wanna cuddle a b-tch
if you said what she did with me, boy, you’d be sick
kissin’ a ho’, wifin’ the b-tch
n-gga found out his ho’ was f-ckin’, now he mad, bigger than a b-tch
since he wanna fight, let him fight the switch
keyboard typin’, rat us in a blitz (get out)
n-ggas ain’t tryna do nothin’ but shoot a house up
how the f-ck you steppin’ on sh-t?
n-ggas ain’t doin’ sh-t, but tryna get they clout up
whole time, i’m ready to blitz ’em
face-shot gang, the opps gon’ miss ’em
make your mom feel pain, ’cause she gon’ kiss him

[chorus: lil double 0]
slatt, come meet the walkers, if you movin’ like me, then i talk ’em
see, he wanna be me, but that boy an impostor, he broke
just watch how i walk on this beat and i float
lil double can get on that b-tch and go crazy
then slow sh-t down and go fast, don’t play no more
f-ck about no rapper, still a trapper, slangin’ them pounds of dope
slatt, come meet the walkers, if you movin’ like me, then i talk ’em
see, he wanna be me, but that boy an impostor, he broke
just watch how i walk on this beat and i float
lil double can get on that b-tch and go crazy
then slow sh-t down and go fast, don’t play no more
f-ck about no rapper, still a trapper, slangin’ them pounds of dope
[verse 2: nardo wick]
i keep extensions, that gl!cky get jiggy, one end off my hippy
want smoke? i’ma blow, like a hippie (grrah)
i came for your life, i’ma leave with a witness (grrah, grrah, grrah)
this is a glock, but this box on the back is no longer a semi (grr)
aim it at you, i pull it one time and you no longer livin’
i pull up with double r, shot him two times in the back
now his shirt got a juggler (shirt got a juggler)
what is the hostin’ for? walkin’ and rhymin’
i got the glock under my underclothes (grrah, grrah, grrah)
he tried to jump on them grind signs
hold the stick up while i’m shootin’ it at the flow
these n-ggas greener than piccolo
my b-tch, she yellow, like pikachu, reach for my neck and it’s doo-doo-doo
diamonds on me look like fruity loops, big with the chopper, no fruity loops
i came for all of that of revenue, please give it up, like a quitter do
hands in the sky, like a center do, i don’t care what you was finna do
if i leave it messy, my bro move the waist, like he hula hoop
you and your dawg servin’ crimes, scoob, scoob, scoob, scooby-doo (grrah, grrah, grrah)

- lil double 0 nardo wick

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