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Walking Dead Lyrics - Artist : FMB DZ
(Getta Beats)
You know I'm like a leprechaun for this shit He play with me money, he play with me bread House full of zombies, it's a walking dead This shit somethin' like Black Ops, I'm tryna get a kill I'm high as hell swervin', Jesus took the wheel In the Range Rover, got four or five chains on On my way to the lean man 'cause all the drank gone The only time I lie is to the judge, you niggas lie for nothin' Bitch, we really thuggin', where I'm from, niggas die for nothin' I asked my young nigga why he spinnin' in a Scatpack? He told me if them bitches get behind him, they ain't gon' catch that Wide body, nigga straight active, he a live wire Ain't never been no family guy, I fuck hoes like Quagmire Rich nigga, all the hoes fucks with the shotta Rich bitch, she got her own money, she's a doctor She strapped too, if you play with her, she'll pop you I'm the bossman, I be eatin' lobster with the chopsticks I'm a cash getter, alley-oop my niggas, I'm a bag splitter I walk around beatin' on shit like my name Getta I'm in Houston at the Galleria with my main hitter People thinkin' I'm the dope man the way my chain glitter He play with me money, he play with me bread House full of zombies, it's a walking dead This shit somethin' like Black Ops, I'm tryna get a kill I'm high as hell swervin', Jesus took the wheel In the Range Rover, got four or five chains on On my way to the lean man 'cause all the drank gone The only time I lie is to the judge, you niggas lie for nothin' Bitch, we really thuggin', where I'm from, niggas die for nothin' Nigga spoke my name like I'ma ho you, we gon' see about it We catch you out, we up the score, nigga, don't worry 'bout it I don't give a fuck where we at, we gon' air it out Try not to hit women or the kids, that's all I care about Boy, you in deep, I'm talkin' deep, watch your whereabouts Fucked up world, 2020, niggas dyin' for clout Niggas dyin' for likes, niggas dyin' for pictures Niggas dick suckin' other niggas, niggas act like bitches I been sippin' lean all day, now my kidney hurt I keep havin' dreams 'bout Wockeisha, I'm gettin' sick of her My bitch hate her too, if it weren't for her, she'd have a bigger purse I know it ain't right, but goddamn, I had to put her first I've been goin' hard at this shit for a minute I've been sippin' lean for too long, I can't quit it Can't go too long without it, I start throwin' up and shittin' I drunk so much Wock, I can smell it when I'm pissin' These niggas blew that PUA money, now they finished They got rich in the summer, they was broke before Christmas I get real direct deposits, me and you a lil' different I'm a grown-ass man, you can tell by how I'm livin' Yeah, nigga Bah-bah-bah-bah Nigga, shots fired To all y'all bitch-ass niggas, man We rich for real, man, tah |
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