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letra de walk it out! - roy purdy

[intro]
hahaha
rev up those fryers
’cause i am sure hungry for one-
help! help!
my leg!
it’s ya boy roy!

[verse]
ayy, pull up in the coupe, let it drop, top go missin’ (ayy)
ain’t worried ’bout a b-tch, i’m only worry ’bout them digits
i been getting to the money, you know i’m about my business
i don’t care if you don’t like me, i ain’t really tryna fit in
i’m a big boy, big boss, stand out (yeah)
hit the dancefloor, watch me go and walk it out (ayy)
shawty say she love me, i know she just want some clout
midwest but the flow sound like it from the south
god d-mn, i don’t got a plan (ayy)
hear ’em talking sh-t but i don’t really give a d-mn (nah)
i been goin’ up, i swear i’m feelin’ like the man (ooh)
i been goin’ up and i don’t think i’ll ever land
big bands on me, f-ck about a ho (what?)
always bounce back, you won’t ever see me fold (nah)
i been grindin’ for a minute but i kept it on the low
now i’m ’bout to pop off, i think that i’m ’bout to blow
oh no, what you even mean? (huh?)
hatin’ on the boy, god d-mn, you a fiend (you a fiend)
fiendin’ for attention but you ain’t gonna get none
five star plate and i like my steak well done
b-tch, you know i’m cookin’ up, got ’em shooken up
they was lookin’ down on me, now they lookin’ up
gettin’ to a bag, what you think, i’ma run it up
if i’m on the dancefloor you know i’ma f-ck it up
ayy, had to go and hit ’em with the moves real quick (ooh)
brand new kicks and they match with the fit (ooh)
oh sh-t, i’m lit, i think i just made a hit (yeah)
they ain’t really see it coming ’cause i did it so quick
skater boy, b-tch, i feel like eric koston (what?)
i’m so fly, feel like i’m up in the c-ckpit (what?)
got no time on my grind, i ain’t stoppin’ (what?)
b-tches on my d-ck ’cause they know the boy poppin’ (aha)
whoa, hold up, drop it down, get low
always- always on the move but you know i tiptoe (tiptoe)
always up to something but i keep it on the low
got too much sauce like i work at domino’s
y’all cheesy, b-tch, i got the keys like stevie
pink like watermelon, green like a kiwi
i gotta get it done, feelin’ like a meeseeks
they was hatin’ on me, now they wishin’ they could be me

[outro]
it’s ya boy roy!

- roy purdy

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