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grime green - walkemdown lyrics

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[adlib intro]

(ayy ayy

uhh ayy

ayy ayy

uhh ayy)

walkemdown
walkemdown

walkemdown

walka walka

walkemdown

walkemdown

walkemdown

walka walka

walkemdown

walkemdown

walkemdown

walka walka

walkemdown

walkemdown
walkemdown

imma drum a hunnid rounds

take her to the pound

i jus bought her back into the crib

you know what i’m aroused

imma hit that lil b+tch

from the back now she yo spouse

what the f+ck is you doin

imma buss inside her mouth

imma go getter

i got bands hugh heffner

i’m just tryna do better

look at dis sh+t i can’t let up
i can barley stand

imma pop 10 xans

buss on ya

do my lil dance

imma be up up up

inna day

up inna up inna day

widda brand new ak up+upon my lap

look how i jus did that

brand new mac in the back of my backpack

ok now piece by piece

rest in piece to everybody

tellem fonem eatin

[instrumental break]

cuz they deceaseeed

everybody around me finna tweak

everybody around me super geeked

(geek geeked)

everybody around meee came out of the streets

so for+for gotten in the past

imma have to run up onem beat all they asses

i don’t give a f+ck cuz

you smokin that malasses

imma keep on runnin up (yuh yuh)

the bag yuh and grab it (yuh)

you can’t grasp it

i got this shi

imma take ahold (yuh yuh yuh)

bad lil b+tch

well i’m really really finna blow ma load (yuh)

watch how does the earth it spins its spinnin cuz we’re grown imma really grow up in

this sh+t i’m finna blow

blow blow blow

bigger than you could conceive

bad lil b+tch he told you once

i told you rest in peace

the f+ck is you talm bout

you know this every week ( yuh yuh)

imma grind up inside of this sh+t

im finna speak

everything that comes to my mind

i bet you can’t find

what the f+ck grimy thinkin

bad lil b+tch i think

thatchu tweakin

you secretly blinkin

everytime i say a specific word (like hol up)

whas the word whas the word

you i heard of

in a he+rs+ you make it

f+ckin worse cause

you could get clapped

whole hunnid shots to the back

brand new mac

brand new brand new

smith and wesson mac 11

f+ck it f+ck it imma keep a weapon (grrrrrr fa)

tell me tell me

what’s intentions

imma teach you lessons

you gon wanna run up

take you out of my mentions

imma get it back up up right

then after keep a reverend

red red red red range rover (yuh yuh)

i told you before i ain’t even

sober imma getit up up up

everyday inside a clover

imma keep on pickin up this hoe right

and i blow her

from the back

make it clap

make it clap

make it clap (hand clap)

make it clap

make it clap

make it clap (ass clap)

make it clap

make it clap

make it clap (ass clap)

[studio audio cut yea+]

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