wifisfuneral - walkin' lick lyrics
okay, i smoke, i sip on lick
i gook, i flex, i’m different
you n-gg-s smoking mid
there’s loud all in my section
can’t f-ck around with twelve
dumb n-gg-s make me sick
oh yeah your b-tch she stoped
no ice up on my wrist
[chorus]
i’m looking like a f-cking walkin lick walkin lick
i’m looking like a f-cking walkin lick walkin lick
i’m looking like a f-cking walkin lick walkin lick
i’m looking like a f-cking walkin lick walkin lick
live from the grave, let me raise all at ease
never talk back to a king when he speak
teach a lesson with a smith & wesson
n-gg-s claiming that they bout it
we gone really bring the pressure
back in the cut with the blade
cut to his face if a f-ck boy really wanna play
n-gg- i ain’t scared of sh-t boy
i’m coming live from the south side florida by the water
white b-tches sniffing sticks boy
need a fix boy
hit my line
riding down town got my phone on silent never hear me when i come around
going crazy while i’m dancing with the devil
tryna level all the highs and the lows
young n-gg- with the sh-ts, rolling up another zip
hear my blood flowing through my heart, can’t afford to die up in this b-tch
hitting up my line with the bullsh-t you know i gotta see ya
light skin b-tch with the wings on her back watch her fly like aaliyah
thats my old mommacita mommamia
popping 5 xannies got me feeling dead to the next sequel
kush so strong whole blunt looking like a long arm
keep my bindness al capone never for the long talk
word around town is the f-ck n-gg-s talking like b-tches
hold up, just let me understand & get this
hit up my phone, these hoes know it stay chirping
drink all that henny and rub on that p-ssy you know that sh-t working
you know that sh-t twerking
white girl sniffing blow while she blow
thats for certain
give her the gas or the molly she turning to brolly
can’t f-ck round with shorty
my b-tch h-lla crazy
callin my phone say i’m finn have you yo baby?
b-tch is you stupid? leave the convo vacant
riding round palm beach feeling like the mayor
slide on yo b-tch make them p-ssy lips gett’em wetter & greater
then its back to the grave that i go nothing more
in a 4 that i’m tipping
slow mo, no vhs how ya boy sipping
gotta pray i never get caught slipping
i smoke i sip on lick i gook i flex i’m different
you n-gg-s smoking me there’s loud all in my section
can’t f-ck around with twelve dumb n-gg-s make me sick
oh yea your b-tch she stoped no ice up on my wrist
i’m looking like a f-cking walkin lick walkin lick
i’m looking like a f-cking walkin lick walkin lick
i’m looking like a f-cking walkin lick walkin lick
i’m looking like a f-cking walkin lick walkin lick
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