letra de walking dead - rimobabyy
[intro]
even if the cops on me, they couldn’t find me like scooby
up the glock, now he get groovy
she say i’m goin’ crazy, fousey
f-ck, d-mn
i’m outside just me and my toolie–
[chorus]
i got money, counting dead
i got money, counting dead
i– i got money, counting dead
all i think is money now, i think that i lost my head
a– all i think is money now, i think that i lost my head
say you rich, that make it dos
yo’ b-tch call me goat
imma get that throat
if i shoot my shot, then it’s in it like free throw
gotta stop f-cking with thots, but i’m in love with freak hoes
d-mn, she wan’ ride the boat, uh
b-tch, i’m clean like soap, uh
my lil’ b-tch, she loca
we get high, like, so what?
only give one night like boat, uh
i feel like dakota
i feel like the coldest
he ain’t get racks, he bogus
[chorus]
i got money, counting dead
i got money, counting dead
i– i got money, counting dead
all i think is money now, i think that i lost my head
a– all i think is money now, i think that i lost my head
d-mn, she wan’ ride the boat uh
b-tch, i’m clean like soap, uh
my lil’ b-tch, she loca
we get high, like, so what?
only give one night like boat, uh
i feel like dakota
i feel like the coldest
he ain’t get racks, he bogus
[refrain]
f-ck
she wanna come to my crib
lay down and make a movie
even if the cops on me, they couldn’t find me like scooby
up the glock, now he get groovy
she say i’m goin’ crazy, fousey
f-ck, d-mn
i feel like the walking dead
off a perc, i can’t even stand
these boys, they be rapping sped
better get a job instead
brand new fit cost arm and leg
bad b-tch come lay on my bed
d-mn i hit yo hoe? my bad
[verse]
i got too much sh-t going on my head
he fell off like one direction
i know he don’t want no action
bad b-tch f-cking with my accent
back to the trap like i’m lancey
you can catch me outside with my b-tch, eating fancy
[refrain]
she wanna come to my crib
lay down and make a movie
even if the cops on me, they couldn’t find me like scooby
up the glock, now he get groovy
she say i’m goin’ crazy, fousey
f-ck, d-mn
i’m outside just me and my toolie
i feel like the walking dead
i feel like the walking dead
off a perc, i can’t even stand
these boys, they be rapping sped
better get a job instead
brand new fit cost arm and leg
bad b-tch come lay on my bed
d-mn i hit yo hoe? my bad
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