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dustero, winiss beats - walk 'em down 7 lyrics

intro:
[?]
(walk ‘em down seven)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
verse one:
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
said i was done but i’m back at it again
back in his car we spinnin’ the bin
slide to your men i’ma shoot at your man
knock them off and we do it again
glock 23 i changed his pin
h+lla cop then we changed his vin
don’t give a f+ck which lane you in
knuck if you buck knock the brain out of your skin
b+tch i’m the realest
jump in the bag like i was the menace
b+tch i shot up the motherf+ckin’ church that’s why i don’t f+ck with the rats
i was smokin’ on hoes hе was telling me no
i told him they wеre motherf+ckin’ fake
for the motherf+ckin’ menace you sp+wned a ghost
i sold them motherf+ckin’ boats
d+ck in her mouth she kept gagging n’ suckin’
not only h+rny she was flirty with me
grabbin’ my heat i be catchin’ for nothin’
crash out an elite to get up in the public
big 223’s told my hoes to tug it
when i tell you bustin’ you better start bustin’
i saw a witness but i’m yellin’ f+ck it
i started to sell and it got me a bucket
assaulted a cop when a b+tch was seven and i turned eleven
i told him a felon
my hoe was snakin’ i knew i could smell it
when i feel threatened i turn to crip
free crip
one pop we popped
he dropped we dropped
we never stopped until his glock went bop pop pop
yeah, yeah, yeah
cl!ck ayy, b+tch you know that i hit
i was up when i splitted his sh+t
banged the jit
did his b+tch
hunnid on sh+t, no clamin’ sh+t
barrels barrles, no cool and sh+t
fat wax no clam my sh+t
see yeah mama i’m too legit
i got a b+tch and she really too much
she be throwing her fits when she ain’t seein’ me
makin’ me sick, making me sick, making me sick
bruh you throw like a light
you don’t wanna fight
you ain’t that bright you ain’t like a sun
i signed me one fl!ck, ayy
she my dawg like vick, ayy
do what i say sensei, huh huh
these assh0l+ police they just be under the cover
know that could be your own brother
got in the gutter started singing like usher
but we let it burn like you f+ck with no rubber
we let it burn like you f+ck with no jimmy
no h+ll, but a boy been skinny sure been skinny
ain’t crazy like jeff, but crazy like uzi
verse two:
i cut a boy throat but that don’t meant sh+t to me
who got the smoke? b+tch i’m inhalin’ it
if i sold you a brick would you sell that sh+t?
just the army we got some motherf+ckin’ intelligence
none y’all b+tches ain’t even good
this ain’t motherf+ckin’ school it’s reality
boy you know that a felony
boy you be dead if you stepped to me
b+tch you know i’m tough like a refugee
b+tch you know that i wipe your nose
b+tch i ain’t no hoes
you say rich scholar, top shotta
no one cares about your don dada
to god don’t know where yo ass gon’ be
touch who? touch me?
i say motherf+ckin nah+uh
nah i ain’t your brother
leave him stuck until he drown
verse three:
boy that a drako
boy you better lay low
pop out when the case closed
pop out when the case over
boy you order halo
yeah i ain’t done yeah
pop out when it over yeah
pop out when it over yeah
[?]
boy where his fate go
might just ko
the perc up in my faygo
holla opinion [?] just like a lego
i’m cheap homie b+tch so you know i ain’t gon’ say so
(brrrt)
(said i was done but i’m back at it again
back in his car we spinnin’ the bin)

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