Molly Santana, Chy Cartier - Walk

And I used to have a roster That s*it like it ain't me nothing' Tries that I'm good in London They try creepin', I'm at them jumpin' I make it pop I make that b*tch wanna talk I let her talk Cause my money do more than I like Walk, walk I told that nigga to walk I ain't went out of the top Only one talk if it's all about a mess Walk, walk I get the drip from my walk My money stay top to the top Too much of it and I ain't get a loss Walk, walk I told that nigga to walk Walk, walk I told that nigga to walk Yeah Yeah Yeah With this swag s*it Poppin' tank s*it and this rap s*it I don't have no problem, these hoes just ain't my league They made that club, I went and took my problems and turn them down These niggas ain't poppin' s*it if it ain't a problem I got a big-ass mission road runnin' on me Got some big shoes to fill, my niggas need me out here I don't touch, send a deal, I don't do the opposite I only shoot for the kill, I want it so I got it What
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I've been going too much, but I'm about to get money right now Try to hurt them, try to hurt them, I swear I had them crying out, ow, ow, wow You know that this s*it isn't new to me, told her I've done it a while Fake it out of my face, nigga, f*ck you and your smile Nigga, f*ck you and your composite bonding I swear I was and I'm in a stew Cause it's a long take, but I won't throw in the towel When I've been made for a hacker And when I go New York town I put a house in the sticks I just want my old ass child