Walked In Songtext
von Germ
Walked In Songtext
Walked in, dick in hand, nigga
You feel how I′m comin'? (boom boom boom)
(One more time) okay, ha (ha ha)
Okay, walked in, yuh (badshit)
Okay, walked in, niggas is lookin′ and shit
(The motherfuckin' hijinx tape, nigga
This how I'm comin′, this how I′m feelin' nigga)
Ay
Okay, walked in, dick in hand
Ain′t have no plan, just hit for some bands
I get the bags and head, VVS bussin'
Shit nasty like bloodshed
Fuck is you sayin′?
Ol' lame ass lil′ nigga
Fuck it, put flame on this nigga
(He thought he was gon' get away smooth)
Ol' lame ass nigga
I get to seein′ a Whole Lotta Red
This nigga gon′ Die Lit thanks to this .45
Bitch, we be bendin' these whips, snappin′ these bands
I feel like Tip, cap off tip
SRT too fast?
Buckle up, nigga, park it then
Cupholder full of medicine
Bitch, I'm gone with the wind
Ever since I could remember, I was gettin′ tall
Pushin' babies over, Gucci baby stroller
Haiti baby pourin′, smooth talker
Since a toddler, why bother
Fuckin' with me? I was born already done with college
I'm a fuckin′ scholar, ain′t no fuckin' doctor
Bitch, that′s word
Bitch, let's eat, yuh, hoe
I make racks in my sleep, come fuck with me
Movin′ how I'm movin′, you might need you a lil' team
Walkin' up stick, y′all niggas some fiends
Tryna step like me
(How I do that shit like Germ?)
Pussy nigga, better get you some money
I′m rockin' Dior, hoes naked on tour
I came down for more, so I upped the pole
Now I′m through that back door
Dare you to write a report, I done hit before
We need backends on backends
Backends on backends
Bitch gon' let me hit from the backend
Backends on backends (ha)
You feel how I′m comin'? (boom boom boom)
(One more time) okay, ha (ha ha)
Okay, walked in, yuh (badshit)
Okay, walked in, niggas is lookin′ and shit
(The motherfuckin' hijinx tape, nigga
This how I'm comin′, this how I′m feelin' nigga)
Ay
Okay, walked in, dick in hand
Ain′t have no plan, just hit for some bands
I get the bags and head, VVS bussin'
Shit nasty like bloodshed
Fuck is you sayin′?
Ol' lame ass lil′ nigga
Fuck it, put flame on this nigga
(He thought he was gon' get away smooth)
Ol' lame ass nigga
I get to seein′ a Whole Lotta Red
This nigga gon′ Die Lit thanks to this .45
Bitch, we be bendin' these whips, snappin′ these bands
I feel like Tip, cap off tip
SRT too fast?
Buckle up, nigga, park it then
Cupholder full of medicine
Bitch, I'm gone with the wind
Ever since I could remember, I was gettin′ tall
Pushin' babies over, Gucci baby stroller
Haiti baby pourin′, smooth talker
Since a toddler, why bother
Fuckin' with me? I was born already done with college
I'm a fuckin′ scholar, ain′t no fuckin' doctor
Bitch, that′s word
Bitch, let's eat, yuh, hoe
I make racks in my sleep, come fuck with me
Movin′ how I'm movin′, you might need you a lil' team
Walkin' up stick, y′all niggas some fiends
Tryna step like me
(How I do that shit like Germ?)
Pussy nigga, better get you some money
I′m rockin' Dior, hoes naked on tour
I came down for more, so I upped the pole
Now I′m through that back door
Dare you to write a report, I done hit before
We need backends on backends
Backends on backends
Bitch gon' let me hit from the backend
Backends on backends (ha)
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