Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walked In, artist - Travis Porter. Date of issue: 17.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Walked In |
| Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building |
| That mean I got something expensive |
| Know my friends, they’re killin' |
| All these hoes I’m killin' |
| Nigga came from dope dealing |
| Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo) |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling (skurr) |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling |
| And I might just lose the ceiling |
| And I’m trying to grind up on a million |
| And I might kill it if feel it |
| Hell yeah! |
| Ya damn right I kill it if she give it |
| Mac got extension |
| Take it and we flip it |
| Take it and remix it |
| Bring it back |
| Sixteen Curry on them hoes |
| Bank to big |
| Need pockets like Girbaud |
| Hold up, wait! |
| Know exactly how it goes |
| It’s Gucci! |
| No, bet you can’t do it like this |
| Fully loaded diamond on both of my wrists |
| Me and Joblow gon' scheme on your bitch |
| Add it to me nigga, get money out the six |
| Scream my name |
| Got a hundred in the six |
| I ain’t no gas |
| I’m a juug this mid |
| Pint coming in, I’m a lean like this |
| I ain’t hit hard, like shawty you lit |
| Fuck all these rappers |
| My trap look like casper |
| Came in like this |
| Turning up on you bastards |
| After I smash |
| Lil nigga can have her |
| Fuck from the front |
| Then I’m turning her backwards |
| Ask all those strippers, I stay with that cash |
| I’m in a dipper I’m moving them bags |
| Play with that money |
| We put on a man |
| Know no limit, we bustin' your ass |
| Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building |
| That mean I got something expensive |
| Know my friends, they’re killin' |
| All these hoes I’m killin' |
| Nigga came from dope dealing |
| Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo) |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling (skurr) |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling |
| I walked in |
| Throwing to the ceiling |
| Looking like a muthafucking milli |
| Looking like a muthafucking Gotti |
| Stop flexing bitch, you ain’t really poppin' |
| These bottle wars all these bottles what we poppin' |
| Ace and Spade poppin' |
| Rosé poppin' |
| Bitch we poppin' |
| You ain’t really jockin' |
| Y’all niggas flexing |
| Y’all ain’t got it |
| I got 2 bitches |
| They’re getting' wild |
| These bitches want to do doggie style |
| I got one Black and I got one Chinese |
| She be talking to me she say, «kung pow!» |
| I fucked it up, I just made a |
| Smokin' this shit up, I made a cloud |
| Just fucked it up at the after hour |
| 4−4 to big it can’t wait to growl |
| Bitch yo ass ugly |
| And yo ass musty |
| So free bitch, here go a bar of dial |
| Stinking ass breath, smell like black &mild |
| I’m fresh as hell, Bitch wipe me down |
| Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building |
| That mean I got something expensive |
| Know my friends, they’re killin' |
| All these hoes I’m killin' |
| Nigga came from dope dealing |
| Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo) |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling (skurr) |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling |
| All of these hoes be staring |
| All of my shit exclusive |
| She wants me, because I’m cooler |
| Looking like a God damn jeweler |
| Might fly to Bermuda |
| Thank God, A nigga rich, hallelujah |
| I feel high, and I barely even knew her |
| I fucked her, now that bitch Luda |
| Wild in the bed, looking like Frank Lucas |
| Me and my God damn shooters |
| Carbon got a God damn cooler |
| Clip like a God damn ruler |
| These bitches faded, be acting funny |
| All that she wants is a bag of money |
| Get her on molly she be actin' slutty |
| Hit from the back, and she ate her buddy |
| Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building |
| That mean I got something expensive |
| Know my friends, they’re killin' |
| All these hoes I’m killin' |
| Nigga came from dope dealing |
| Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo) |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling (skurr) |
| Come up in the street I’m peeling |