Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walking Again, artist - Toosii. Date of issue: 17.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Walking Again |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again, oh |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| (Oh yeah, Berki, this the one right here) |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| Same shit I spent on my whip |
| Could’ve went bought a hundred and one bricks |
| Went to the store, bought a hundred and one guns for the hood |
| Then I bought a hundred and one dicks |
| I bought a hundred and one sticks |
| Try me, then you what your family gon' miss |
| I’m tryna body-bag 'em, toe-tag 'em |
| Put 'em way deeper than just six |
| Ain’t tryna fight with a bitch |
| I know my right to the bitch, I won’t wife for one night in the bitch |
| You put a ring on her, cool, that’s what you do, I guess you liking a bitch |
| I put my all in this, word to Nico |
| I got killers with me, word to Baby Tay |
| I grew a beard out during quarantine |
| But these bitches still call me babyface |
| They don’t move how I move |
| 36 tucked in the I’m ready to shoot |
| I cut my phone on, go on demon time |
| when I’m right in the booth |
| Bitch, I’m ducking them shots shoot |
| I keep saying you not me, I’m not you |
| I like my personal space, bought a coupe |
| In a two-seater, watch the money maneuver |
| I got money now, but nah, I ain’t new to this |
| Started rapping, I think I could get used to this |
| Tinted windows just so they don’t know who it is |
| Knocked his face off, they don’t know who it is |
| Ten piece for a feature, tell 'em fly 'em in |
| Don’t bust 'em down, sell 'em whole |
| I’ll ship packs and go hit me a lick 'fore I ever contribute to selling hoes |
| For my family to be straight, I’d sell my soul |
| And I know it sound bad, but I’m the realest |
| I’m the neighborhood hero, bitch, I ain’t a villain |
| You could say that I did it, I ain’t got no ceiling |
| For my family to be straight, I’d get 'em gone |
| And I know it sound bad, but I’m the realest |
| The neighborhood hero, bitch, I ain’t a villain |
| Say that I did it, I ain’t got no ceiling |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again, oh |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| Same shit I spent on my whip |
| Could’ve went bought a hundred and one bricks |
| Went to the store, bought a hundred and one guns for the hood |
| Then I bought a hundred and one dicks |
| I bought a hundred and one sticks |
| Try me, then you what your family gon' miss |
| I’m tryna body-bag 'em, toe-tag 'em |
| Put 'em way deeper than just six |
| Ain’t tryna fight with a bitch |
| I know my right to the bitch, I won’t wife for one night in the bitch |
| You put a ring on her, cool, that’s what you do, I guess you liking a bitch |
| I put my all in this, word to Nico |
| I got killers with me, word to Baby Tay |
| I grew a beard out during quarantine |
| But these bitches still call me babyface |
| Bitches still call be babyface |
| Word to bro, he tote a baby K |
| Glock 23, feel like LVJ |
| Don’t wanna hit it if she tell me wait |
| Don’t wanna hit it if she tell me wait |
| I’m a shooter, bro, tell me spray |
| Want real love, she can’t sell me fake |
| Yeah, bitch, I can tell he fake |
| A nigga don’t hang with snakes |
| Rap nigga, probably hang with Drake |
| slid on a nigga, know Toosii gon' bang his face |
| Flip the whip, he don’t bang nothing but brakes |
| Gotta tell him to pump that |
| Dirty stick right on my waist |
| If you come on the street too much, I’ma dump that |
| And the shooters don’t care if he dump back |
| If he play, he gon' lay, we gon' slump that |
| Ski mask, I be feeling like fuck hats |
| No supporter, ain’t wearing no Trump hat |
| Know I stand for the people |
| Buddy play around and he dying, 'cause nigga, we equal |
| See it all through a peephole |
| They kill one of my niggas, we clap every day like a sequel |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again, oh |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| They like you walking again |
| Same shit I spent on my whip |
| Could’ve went bought a hundred and one bricks |
| Went to the store, bought a hundred and one guns for the hood |
| Then I bought a hundred and one dicks |
| I bought a hundred and one sticks |
| Try me, then you what your family gon' miss |
| I’m tryna body-bag 'em, toe-tag 'em |
| Put 'em way deeper than just six |
| Ain’t tryna fight with a bitch |
| I know my right to the bitch, I won’t wife for one night in the bitch |
| You put a ring on her, cool, that’s what you do, I guess you liking a bitch |
| I put my all in this, word to Nico |
| I got killers with me, word to Baby Tay |
| I grew a beard out during quarantine |
| But these bitches still call me babyface |