Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk, artist - Young M.A. Date of issue: 02.11.2017
Song language: English
Walk |
| Yeah |
| 1Mind |
| I’m up eight in the mornin' right now, man |
| I just put this shit up too |
| They waitin' on me, I know |
| Yeah, yeah |
| They was tryna' get me |
| They was tryna' get me out |
| Like y’all don’t know what I’m about |
| Y’all do it for the clout |
| The streets like, «where you at?» |
| I told niggas I’m en-route |
| I was working at the house, in the stu' |
| Sleepin' on the couch, tryna' figure out |
| What my next move is |
| Come move with the movement |
| I see through you old transparent niggas |
| Who you guys think you foolin'? |
| We bhillen' bhillen' |
| Pinky ring drippin' drippin' |
| My necklace is droolin' |
| Tre-pound got a buck |
| Park a nigga like amusement |
| No clowns over here |
| No haha, no amusement |
| Nah, nah, we ain’t losin' |
| Y’all got us confused with them other niggas over there |
| Who 'dem? |
| Who 'dem? |
| And I’m hoppin' out the Benz |
| Givenchy by the lens |
| I ain’t come here for friends |
| I came here to make money, save money, then I spend |
| M.A, where you been |
| Don’t you do that shit again |
| You think I give a fuck what a hater gotta say about me? |
| That’s exactly what they hate about me |
| They around me when the sun rise, when the sun shining |
| But where the fuck y’all was at when it was cloudy? |
| Fake niggas please get the hell from around me |
| I don’t even know why these niggas is around me |
| That was the same niggas that doubt me |
| Louis pack got me buggin' out |
| Louis scarf, gotta thug it out |
| New chain, had to flood it out |
| My money never runnin' out |
| Cut the check bih |
| Tell them hatin' niggas cut it out |
| Where the lighter at? |
| The blunt is out |
| Pour me up when my cup is out |
| Didn’t mean to fuck her |
| She had a cramp, so I rubbed it out |
| Kick bitches out, wave bye with my rubber out |
| Your opinion doesn’t matter |
| That’s one thing I don’t give a fuck about |
| Dick riding, ass kissing |
| That’s somethin' I know nothing 'bout |
| Everybody in the same lane |
| So I went and took the other route |
| Baggin' weed at my mother house |
| If she knew she would cuss me out |
| Same black tee, same sweatpants |
| Oh well, had to bum it out |
| Young M. A this, Young M. A that |
| Damn, nigga, what the fuss about? |
| «Nah, niggas just tryna figure out |
| When the next joint coming out» |
| Oh, nowadays niggas want favors |
| But if you talk about money |
| Well homie then we can work somethin' out |
| Louis scarf for my right side |
| Yeah nigga that’s the right side |
| Give my blood niggas high-fives, hi five |
| Her eyes chink and her pussy pink like high eyes |
| Bad chick, but that don’t mean I won’t bring her ass right to Popeyes |
| Two piece and a thigh for you |
| I ain’t paying if the price high |
| Get money, act broke, that’s the motto I apply by |
| Never boujee, we on vacay, pourin' Henny in our Mai Tai’s |
| Never change, I’m still the same |
| Drinkin' Minute Maid with the hot fries |
| In the club, in V.I.P with y’all bitches and my guys |
| We get money, we don’t want beef |
| Take that beef shit to Five Guys |
| Start shit, got five guys with five 9's, hit you five times |
| Extendos on the chopper, niggas thought we was carryin' a tripod |
| Niggas like «where the hoes at?» |
| My bed is where the thots hide |
| Them lame niggas there |
| It’s more poppin' here on my side |
| Fake niggas move left, real niggas move clockwise |
| Blew a check at the jeweler |
| 'Cause I won’t wear it nigga if it’s not |
| Fuckin' mine |