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Young M.A – Walk lyrics
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 bark
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 got to 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
Y'all 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 light 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?
Now 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
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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 bark 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 got to 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 Y'all 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 light 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? Now 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 Explain Request ×



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Songwriters: DAVID SWEETEN, KATORAH MARRERO, MCCULLOCH SUTPHIN, RICHARD BROWN, SEBASTIAN LOPEZ, WALTER WILLIAMS JR.
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