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letra de walk down - young thug

[intro: young thug]
yeah, spider
(we got london on da track) uh

[verse 1: young thug]
bad-ass b-tch, you come and sit on d-ck
you talkin’ all that sh-t, you cross the street, get hit (facts)
go bad on a b-tch (bad), i’m done sippin’ tris (huh)
i’m done gettin’ rich (done), got too much money, sh-t (sh-t)
the ‘rari came with kit, my b-tch know i’m sl!ck
i’m done with all that playin’, your n-gga gettin’ blitzed (blitzed)

[chorus: young thug]
i’m walkin’ down (woah), walk down (woah)
walk down (woah), walk down (woah)
walk down on ’em, dog (woah), walk down (woah)
walk down on them, baby, walk down (woah)

[verse 2: young thug]
real n-gga, it’s time to travel (let’s go)
whole court in the street, hit the gavel (hit the gavel)
i know hitters in new york, and they rappers
i know hitters out in london, can’t travel (woo), yeah
put the gun down, n-gga, drop you like creed (ayy)
where i’m from, they say you p-ssy if you go ski (yeah)
thе rose gold patek on your head, yеah, phillippe (yeah)
i’m one time payin’, that’s a rich n-gga fee
get a rush (get a rush), just for steppin’ (just for steppin’)
i hope i pass the test, been sippin’ codeine (yeah)
it’s just baguettes on a b-tch, then she know me (she know me)
this russian b-tch wan’ have kids, make me soviet (huh)
[chorus: young thug]
i’m walkin’ down (woah), walk down (woah)
walk down (woah), walk down (woah)
walk down on ’em, dog (woah), walk down (woah)
walk down on them, baby, walk down (woah)

[interlude: lyrical dope & 211]
pistol packin’, never slackin’, b-tch smackin’ k!lla
bang, motherf-cker, boom, motherf-cker
step off my nuts, the twelve gauge pump your side, buster

[verse 3: 21 savage]
tryna fit the stick inside my coat, but i can’t (yeah)
nine figure n-gga, i’m the bank (yeah)
you got one strike and you get spanked (p-ssy)
i ain’t a$ap rocky, these ain’t blanks (21)
this kel-tec’ll turn your ass dank (yeah)
the ‘rari came geeked (yeah)
i’m on vacation, ridin’ on a scooter, but i’m street (yeah)
all my opps target practice, pin ’em to a tree (yeah)
supercharge the motor, 12 know that i’ma flee (yeah)
if i send a blitz, they gon’ know that it was me (yeah)
we can’t use a gun, we put fetty in his weed (yeah)
all these hoes goin’, man, i’m knowin’ how it be (yeah)
you can’t hate a player when he call it how he see (yeah)
she was doin’ d-ck when you got down on that knee (yeah)
mob business, n-ggas get smacked, yeah, capiche (21)
walk down on ’em like a dog without a leash (21)
you respect the belt, then it’s peace (p-ssy)
savage keep a stick, i’m from the east, n-gga
[chorus: young thug]
i’m walkin’ down (woah), walk down (woah)
walk down (woah), walk down (woah)
walk down on ’em, dog (woah), walk down (woah)
walk down on them, baby, walk down (woah)

[outro: lyrical dope & 211]
pistol packin’, never slackin’, b-tch smackin’ k!lla
bang, motherf-cker, boom, motherf-cker
step off my nuts, the twelve gauge pump your side, buster

- young thug

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