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sha stuu - walk thru lyrics

9 block gms sh-t
free the gang

spillin a whole lot of sauce yea
ya n-gg-s know im a boss yea
i got the drip like a faucet
i know you mad i ain’t lost yet
told you n-gg-s imma get it
now they askin how i did it
i bought a pack and i flipped it
then i count it up while im faded

how much you payin
watch how you say it
i might not be with it
b-tches be playin
think i’m just flirtin
like i’m not gon hit it
she gotta have a reason
like remy if she conceited
if i tell you once and you ain’t listen
i might not repeat it
i’m with gang gang gang gang gang
the opps gon talk won’t do a d-mn thing
n-gg-s pull up faster than usain
keep it 100 and i don’t do change
trap outta max to get a new benz
my money and crime go hand and hand
i’m with the bro we smokin dope
in the kitchen with a pot and pan
gang comin up n-gg-s gotta free bamma
went to ryckers when he came from atlanta
broke b-tch want a n-gg- to play santa
waddup my n-gg- drama
his flag cranberry tropicana
got the hood on dirty diana
now my mood on juelz santana
d-mn i need a bandanna
all this hannah montana
got me feelin like tony montana
i might take a flight to havana
these n-gg-s always been local
these b-tches never been loyal
i had the work in them baggies
wrapped in aluminum foil
then i pulled up like i’m royal

throw a band up
when i walk thru
dropped on her knees
when i walk thru
all eyes on me
when i walk thru
i don’t hear a sound
when i walk thru
i can feel the hate
when i walk thru
designers on my body
when i walk thru
your b-tch on my body
when i walk thru
i got what you need
when i walk thru

a lot of n-gg-s be fakin
he say he the bro but he hatin
heard them n-gg-s prayin on my downfall
but they gotta keep waitin
n-gg-s gon watch your b-tch wanna f-ck her
just cuz she be slayin
walked in the spot with three bad b-tches
they wanna know how i’m payin
they wanna live how i’m livin
wanna know how much weight im liftin
what the f-ck kinda juice im sippin
what im whippin is it foreign
all this drip is it really for him
n-gg-s need to mind their neck
your b-tch gon help me spend this check
let her flex on my ex
her bestie came up next
b-tches know i’m a savage
i ain’t f-ckin if she average
styrofoam for my beverage
keep a pack of that cabbage
switch lane got road rage
we never been on the same page
me and money perfect marriage

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