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letra de walk it out - yung keeta

jimmy on the beat boy

[verse 1: keeta]
bad girl all up at my party, uh
i ain’t with her so i’m dippin’, sippin’ some bacardi, huh
i be dripped out yeah i’m dripping in givenchy, huh
it ain’t my fault that your girl just said she wan’t me, uh

[chorus: keeta]
big old strap i’ma get what i want
yeah i like to brag yeah i really like to flaunt
all i gotta do is get the cash and i’m gone
and you say get the cash, but we all know you not

[verse 2: keeta]
if you talking now
you gon’ have to walk it out
we gon’ run his wallet now
police who they callin’ now
so we gotta dip
sippin big red throwing big blues
if you run up on me we gon turn to blues clues
where he go?
ain’t n0body know, no one knew
we gon’ lie to the cops they won’t know it ain’t true
now i’m going up doing my dash
i might buy a rari just ’cause i wanna crash now
hi my name’s cody, how you doing?
i’m 14 years old and i love how i’m moving
yeah i’m the youth, you know it’s a movement
i don’t even like school i’m a truant
shouts out [?]
you know how i do
hit you with a hook
you gon’ get cooked
every move in the book
yeah i gotta flex just to show ’em what it took
did it by myself i ain’t never been a crook
[verse 3: malik]
never been a crook or a b-tch that’s true
always talkin’ ’bout it ain’t this sh-t that’s yuo
he think he a family he my opp
all i hear is plans
all they do is talk
but if they wanna talk it out
we gon have to walk it out
what the f-ck he talkin’ ’bout
told a n-gga watch his mouth
’cause i got my shooters on my left right, left like i’m tecca
and my name malik but i still can go to the mecca
i’m a savage, ruthless, always, balling
told ya’ll last year imma take off like i’m [?]
i’ve been going hard ’cause a n-gga we’re the hardest
somehow all these hundreds convinced these b-tches i’m flawless
but i’m not though, i’m so hot though
man this year feel like the bottom of the pot though
i be swerving off the tree like it’s a pothole
me and keeta can’t give money to a thot hoe

[chorus: keeta]
big old strap imma get what i want
yeah i like to brag yeah i really like to flaunt
all i gotta do is get the cash and i’m gone
and you say get the cash, but we all know you not

- yung keeta

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