Walk Out Songtext
von Prodigy
Walk Out Songtext
Uh-huh
Tight with my loot ′cause hoes like to run game
Hold up, baby
Take a walk
I gotta take care of this real quick, yeah
Tight ti- ti- ti- tight, ti- ti- ti- tight
Tight with my loot 'cause hoes like to run game
What up, Shyne? You hold the bag, uh-huh
(Take a walk) yeah
Been in the house for three days, high on drugs
Me and my bitch, all we do is fight and we fuck
I been neglectin′ my first love, a lot of cash
She been cheatin' on me out there with all these other cats
In the first rule of business, secure the bag
Another one, and another one
You can ask Khaled how the young OG spin
Might burn like the power line
I make that currency flow, just three hundred fifty-seven thousand volts
I'll shock the life out you
I′ll get back to this money, forget all about you
The only thing poppin′ over here is gunpowder
Other than that, I'm laid back admirin′ my life
I got a tight network of great people
We get things done, rain, sleet, hale, or snow
I'm out, outside where it′s icy cold
But the money keep a nigga on fire tho', ayy
It′s four seasons, it's no day off
3-6-5, I'm stuck to the grind
I can′t shake all this good fortune
Addiction, the sex, drugs, money and the spotlight, get some
It′s a war goin' on nigga, come outside
You in the bitch too long, nigga come outside
That′s how you turn soft, you a fuckin' tick
Stop breastfeedin′, you missin' all the action
We just booked a mark for 70 thousand
TVs and MacBooks fallin′ off trucks
The lil' homies pulled up, they trunk full of guns
Tried to sell me an arsen-, I just need a lil' one
Hit the club with the homies, we just shootin′ the shit
Chicks try to dance on me, but I curve all of them
I got a thing for a queen but you not a queen
I got a lioness in my bed, she waitin′ on me
Bumped into the RZA, we exchanged math, this what I'm talkin′ 'bout
I ain′t seen him in years, this why I need to be out
Every now and again, but not too much
I gotta keep my mystique mysterious, serious
It's four seasons, it′s no day off
3-6-5, I'm stuck to the grind
I can't shake all this good fortune
Addiction, the sex, drugs, money and the spotlight, get some
Ti- ti- ti- tight with my loot ′cause hoes like to run game
Take a walk, no doubt indeed
Tight ti- ti- ti- ti- tight with my loot ′cause hoes like to run game
Take- take- take a walk
Tight with my loot ′cause hoes like to run game
Hold up, baby
Take a walk
I gotta take care of this real quick, yeah
Tight ti- ti- ti- tight, ti- ti- ti- tight
Tight with my loot 'cause hoes like to run game
What up, Shyne? You hold the bag, uh-huh
(Take a walk) yeah
Been in the house for three days, high on drugs
Me and my bitch, all we do is fight and we fuck
I been neglectin′ my first love, a lot of cash
She been cheatin' on me out there with all these other cats
In the first rule of business, secure the bag
Another one, and another one
You can ask Khaled how the young OG spin
Might burn like the power line
I make that currency flow, just three hundred fifty-seven thousand volts
I'll shock the life out you
I′ll get back to this money, forget all about you
The only thing poppin′ over here is gunpowder
Other than that, I'm laid back admirin′ my life
I got a tight network of great people
We get things done, rain, sleet, hale, or snow
I'm out, outside where it′s icy cold
But the money keep a nigga on fire tho', ayy
It′s four seasons, it's no day off
3-6-5, I'm stuck to the grind
I can′t shake all this good fortune
Addiction, the sex, drugs, money and the spotlight, get some
It′s a war goin' on nigga, come outside
You in the bitch too long, nigga come outside
That′s how you turn soft, you a fuckin' tick
Stop breastfeedin′, you missin' all the action
We just booked a mark for 70 thousand
TVs and MacBooks fallin′ off trucks
The lil' homies pulled up, they trunk full of guns
Tried to sell me an arsen-, I just need a lil' one
Hit the club with the homies, we just shootin′ the shit
Chicks try to dance on me, but I curve all of them
I got a thing for a queen but you not a queen
I got a lioness in my bed, she waitin′ on me
Bumped into the RZA, we exchanged math, this what I'm talkin′ 'bout
I ain′t seen him in years, this why I need to be out
Every now and again, but not too much
I gotta keep my mystique mysterious, serious
It's four seasons, it′s no day off
3-6-5, I'm stuck to the grind
I can't shake all this good fortune
Addiction, the sex, drugs, money and the spotlight, get some
Ti- ti- ti- tight with my loot ′cause hoes like to run game
Take a walk, no doubt indeed
Tight ti- ti- ti- ti- tight with my loot ′cause hoes like to run game
Take- take- take a walk
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