Correction Paroles Walk It Out (Remix) par P Yungin

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You know what it is
Big 38, n***a, 4K-Trey
(Wa**amWop)

RIP Lil Trent, no, I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck, you play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead, leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats b*t*h this extension it'll f**k your friend

I don't give no f**k cause, b*t*h, you know that I got f**kin' bands
Knots up in my pocket, make that bullet f**king touch your friend
While they go touch your clique, I'ma be in the back seat, chopping it up with Ten
I thought he was up in a casket, and my whole gang they had a grand

Make that pu**y touch the pavement, since he speaking on me in the wind
Remember you ain't wanna f**k with me, wanna f**k with me now in the end
Put this laser in your face and this b*t*h here gone touch your chin
I ain't gotta c*ck it one in the head, and that hoe more than 10
I got n***as who been juggin', they been packing all up in the pen
Saw Big Gutter work that dog food, so he ain't have to work again
Runnin' in the streets and we was thuggin', we was clutching sticks
Make them call your name n***a, b*t*h, that's on Lil f**kin' Trent
R.I.P Lil Trent, no, I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck, you play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead, leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats, b*t*h, this extension it'll f**k your friend
R.I.P Lil Trent, know I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck, you play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead, leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats, b*t*h, this extension it'll f**k your friend

I don't give no f**k cause, b*t*h, you know that I got f**kin' bands
Knots up in my pocket, make that bullet f**king touch your friend
While they go touch your click, I'ma be in the back seat, chopping it up with Ten
I thought he was up in a casket and my whole gang they had a grand

When it's all livid
The scars trendin'
The hood prince
It was meant
Don't forget
The hood can't see without me, I'm the neighborhood lens
Somebody get my opps some vodka, heard them n***as hidin' they kin
If I buy them extra legs, them n***as still won't stand a chance
Tell 'em free BaBa Osama, money fallin' out my pants
N***as think I killed they grandma, I done smoked a million grams
On this flight with fifty bands, I spend twenty when I land
Hear a million voices sayin' don't lose
I was really in the streets before my YouTube
I was really in the streets before this Pro Tools
Hardbody n***a, go and check my statue
I'm geeked as hell, I get to feelin' like I'm Urkel
Got in DSquared² and got them b*t*hes out my circle
I just think where I'm born at, that's where I'm sippin' purple
I just got to New Orleans, bought Saint Laurent and Perkies
You ain't cut like that, we know that you the scared n***a
I buy army guns just to shoot above the legs with 'em
You better not tuck your tail, I got it tucked, don't go and tell, n***a
I'm shippin' all this smoke like for real, how this mail get here?
I don't give no f**k cause, b*t*h, you know that I got f**kin' bands
Knots up in my pocket, make that bullet f**king touch your friend
While they go touch your clique, I'ma be in the back seat, chopping it up with Ten
I thought he was up in a casket, and my whole gang they had a grand

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