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Walk Round Video (MV)




Performed By: halfmari
Language: English
Length: 3:33
Written by: Ludmar Saingelus




halfmari - Walk Round Lyrics
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Walk round with that, aye, walk round with that frah
Yuh, walk round with that
Walk round with that frah
Walk round with that, yeah
Walk round with that bag
So my ex bitch, she want me back
Walk round with that, frah, frah
Tryna pick up the trash
Sometimes I put good niggas in the past
He know I run his hood, I don't need no mask
If Nina think I should, then my fingers blast
Man, I wish a nigga would, cause I want some action
I'm tryna dick her down
I see my bae in the crowd, I hope she like me now
I'm still blowin' loud
Cut some niggas out, how y'all like me now
She from New York, she Woo back, baby
I know I like her for sure, she too damn crazy
I get high and think she hate me
She get jealous, Susan, Stacy
You know who I'm choosin, baby
Oh, I hope you do
Caught him with a sword, the nigga had no clue
So much f*ckin' gas, I'm feelin' like a Jew
One cheek got so much ass, how does she carry two
See all the fake niggas backin' down
They know a real nigga comin' through
Love bad bitches till I'm in the ground
Love them the most when they come in two
I walk with the fye cause these niggas insane
Have you ever seen niggas lay for days
Don't know about you, that's way too crazy
These niggas be chicken, hate Chick-fil-A
Uh, you don't get no chicken, you fake
But I guess that's right, we were in my state
She give good brain, we still degrade each other
Oh, I don't know, I left my pills in the attic
Startin' to feel like an addict, I think it's psychosomatic
Love them both boujee and ratchet
Like bae you're fine go to Calabasas
My bitch bad and ain't no passes
Wait until she put on glasses
My wallet's fat, I think I'm pocketmaxxin
I just dropped three hundred on a hat
She think I'm into fashion
Niggas ready, my niggas ready tryna do subtraction
Let me find out my wrist got a yeti
Cause these niggas taxin
My bitch, she ghostin, don't know what she fellin
Flood her DMs like she should've learned from Milton
Maybe I'm spiked, cause I'm head to the ceiling
F*ck is she thinkin, I'm ready for killin' her
Bomb up your whole f*ckin' hood, f*ck a villager
Baby you know I'ma do what it takes to get rid of you
I'll give you poison and check on your temperature
Now, I'ma just roll up on shawty like cylinders
Niggas talkin' bout some back it down
That was never an option
Shawty hot shit, but she toxic, so I take precaution
She know I love that nonsense
I'm so numb to her spell, cause she use it often
Yuh, walk round with that
Walk round with that frah
Walk round with that, yeah
Walk round with that bag
So my ex bitch, she want me back
Walk round with that, frah, frah
Tryna pick up the trash
(Sometimes I put good niggas in the past)
(He know I run his hood, I don't need no mask)
(Then my fingers blast)
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Walk round with that, aye, walk round with that frah
Yuh, walk round with that
Walk round with that frah
Walk round with that, yeah
Walk round with that bag
So my ex bitch, she want me back
Walk round with that, frah, frah
Tryna pick up the trash
Sometimes I put good niggas in the past
He know I run his hood, I don't need no mask
If Nina think I should, then my fingers blast
Man, I wish a nigga would, cause I want some action
I'm tryna dick her down
I see my bae in the crowd, I hope she like me now
I'm still blowin' loud
Cut some niggas out, how y'all like me now
She from New York, she Woo back, baby
I know I like her for sure, she too damn crazy
I get high and think she hate me
She get jealous, Susan, Stacy
You know who I'm choosin, baby
Oh, I hope you do
Caught him with a sword, the nigga had no clue
So much f*ckin' gas, I'm feelin' like a Jew
One cheek got so much ass, how does she carry two
See all the fake niggas backin' down
They know a real nigga comin' through
Love bad bitches till I'm in the ground
Love them the most when they come in two
I walk with the fye cause these niggas insane
Have you ever seen niggas lay for days
Don't know about you, that's way too crazy
These niggas be chicken, hate Chick-fil-A
Uh, you don't get no chicken, you fake
But I guess that's right, we were in my state
She give good brain, we still degrade each other
Oh, I don't know, I left my pills in the attic
Startin' to feel like an addict, I think it's psychosomatic
Love them both boujee and ratchet
Like bae you're fine go to Calabasas
My bitch bad and ain't no passes
Wait until she put on glasses
My wallet's fat, I think I'm pocketmaxxin
I just dropped three hundred on a hat
She think I'm into fashion
Niggas ready, my niggas ready tryna do subtraction
Let me find out my wrist got a yeti
Cause these niggas taxin
My bitch, she ghostin, don't know what she fellin
Flood her DMs like she should've learned from Milton
Maybe I'm spiked, cause I'm head to the ceiling
F*ck is she thinkin, I'm ready for killin' her
Bomb up your whole f*ckin' hood, f*ck a villager
Baby you know I'ma do what it takes to get rid of you
I'll give you poison and check on your temperature
Now, I'ma just roll up on shawty like cylinders
Niggas talkin' bout some back it down
That was never an option
Shawty hot shit, but she toxic, so I take precaution
She know I love that nonsense
I'm so numb to her spell, cause she use it often
Yuh, walk round with that
Walk round with that frah
Walk round with that, yeah
Walk round with that bag
So my ex bitch, she want me back
Walk round with that, frah, frah
Tryna pick up the trash
(Sometimes I put good niggas in the past)
(He know I run his hood, I don't need no mask)
(Then my fingers blast)
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Writer: Ludmar Saingelus
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