Lyrics Award Winning - Camp Lo

Award Winning

Coming through, coming through, coming through, coming through
It’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk
Coming through, coming through, coming through, coming through
It’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk
Who second guessed a gone gang, gambler, joker’s calamity
And get they slot machine fixed
Or get they coppers close and go drop a dime
(Was good) Fall back, daddy Mac, that Cadillac
And got no gaitlin, that is popping out a that hood
Backward, crack wood, got good, mash the stack
Like the stack, cast cured, my klu klux group
Got so pass, spot glass, red hats on that new tie form
Monstracity, virtuosity, baranger barricaded, bolivian
You go bussin metallica
Like what you selling, price too high
Turn a round, let me check your ingredients
Am no sucker paying cool, and queen you ain’t obedient
You seem to be the media, plus I dont like it at all
Dnagerous to be alive
5 million ways, to find these fortunates as counterfeit
Award winning walk begins akward when the awappis clicks
Send me somersault, am side arms, silent or sawed off
Separate the suckers from sensei samurai some more
My walks award winning (My walks award winning)
(It's my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk)
My walks award winning (My walks award winning)
(It's my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk)
My walks award winning (My walks award winning)
(It's my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk)
My walks award winning (My walks award winning)
(It's my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk)
Is ultra beautiful, how we audited the offer at the altar
Had to alter the bomb and the alternator
Beautiful flying parts, pardon for the dear departed
Cheers to the arsen artist, only breed about a gran
The probandaol, marrow, mellow Vu vickershay
Rambo, rats, it’s the raiders ride
Revers are read me running raise
Runnig that back and strap that clack a clack on top
And tap these suga flats for fetty with no fumbles on our floorless tax
And then my tie dye hoody, tamborine, I mean
Untimately bigons, just let it be
Ricardo Martobaun, you lose your fantasy
Or maybe simply tap to you
Some like to cash it on the satellite
Dish it to you how you like
Like flares at your funeral, riffles, start saluting you
We get the award for the walk, beyond musical
And when wen land on the coppers, and the choppers
And Parking, am riding and bringing the blockers
And popping the watches, and telling the shockers
And charging your sharpers, we all ain’t goddess
My walks award winning (My walks award winning)
(It's my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk)
My walks award winning (My walks award winning)
(It's my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk)
My walks award winning (My walks award winning)
(It's my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk)
My walks award winning (My walks award winning)
(It's my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk)
Coming through, coming through, coming through, coming through
It’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk
Coming through, coming through, coming through, coming through
It’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk, it’s my walk