| J-A-Y Rock not Jigga
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| Tryna stack figures
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| I’m that nigga
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| Sitting in a parking lot, truck on sixes
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| Bad bitch with me, got a ass like delicious
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| Listen, I can paint pictures so vivid you would think I got a art degree
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| Walk with me, through my town where them killers dwell
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| Wild, wild Watts
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| Where we sell rocks, shots go off
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| Babies get chalked like hop scotch
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| She fifteen three kids?
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| Fucking for some Js
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| Stripping for some change
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| Her baby daddy locked in chains
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| And he wanna blow his brains cause he lost his only girl to the game
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| Stress on your brain, it’ll kill ya
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| Outta sight, outta mind
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| Tip bottles and roll swishas
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| Detectives at the precincts roll and post pictures while your homie pointing
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| fingers
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| It’s a cold world, nigga
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| Walk with me
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| I can show you them ins and outs
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| Stay in the house when them feds is out
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| Yeah, talking on your cellie
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| That’ll get you twenty
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| Talking 'bout you got a spot around the corner booming
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| Not only that, niggas get jealous you better watch em
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| Soon as they catch you slipping, then they got ya
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| Hit you with them maracas
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| Stay sharp as Baraka
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| Prepare for the mortal combat
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| Push a button like Obama, drop bombs on ya
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| Hold my mama
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| It’s a problem if you fucking with my family or my dollars
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| Ride out in them Impalas
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| Four niggas with four choppers, four hundred rounds
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| Guaranteed heart stoppers
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| Walk with me (walk with me)
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| I can show you them ins and outs
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| I can show you what a real nigga’s about
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| Get money, fuck bitches
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| Stay solid, stay sharp, stay, say wise, stay polished
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| Nigga, just walk with me
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| I can show you them ins and out
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| Show you what getting money’s about
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| Mind your own, live long
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| Don’t be out running your mouth, talk is cheap
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| Niggas’ll run at your house
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| Just walk with me
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| Walk with me as I journey through the five block
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| The division from the villain for my nigga Rock
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| Ain’t much different in my gutter than them Watts gutters
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| The only difference in my gutter: I’m the motherfucker
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| Take shots, call shots, I’m a big shot
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| Run the point, pass the rock, switch the last shot
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| Gutter soldier with a second chance to rock a mic
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| So I’m a give it to you raw how I live my life
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| Corner dweller, rock seller
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| I done seen it all
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| From a small pup all the way to big dog
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| Legendary in these Kansas City gritty streets
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| If I ain’t eating there, a motherfucker better eat
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| Bleed the weak, and keep some heat, and trust the liquor bottle
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| Only living for the moment, nigga, fuck tomorrow
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| Without a conscience, I can get dirty
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| Back to talk
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| And I’m hoping that you heard me on this gutter walk |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Walk With Me , by - Jay Rock. Song from the album Black Friday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп