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Walk in Here Video (MV)




Performed By: Lââm
Language: English
Length: 1:34
Written by: Carlos Garvin




Lââm - Walk in Here Lyrics




Walk in here I got the heat on me
Fucc nigga play imma have to delete homie
Im in his bush wit a glicc tryna creep on em
Walk out his out yk I put det heat on em
Cocc bacc and I told em to run it
No mask on my face so you knowin who dun it
Choppa got kicc like judo
Two twin gloccs they a duo
Bitch I'm the hottest that you know
You run up on me a get hit wit a 24
Nigga cap in they rap they barkin
Slm pull up no talkin he sparkin
That Nigga keep talkin we zip him
Flip him he gone inna day they gon miss him

On God
Send a fucc nigga to heaven

But I'm still ridin round wit a smith n western
40 on me a teach u a lesson
Floating wit gliccs inna bacc of a stolen Lexus
My shooter gon shoot wit a dirty weapon
33 shots get em gon inna couple second
I got the glocc inna bacc
No cap
Big faccs when I spin knocc det boy off map
Hold on
I ate it
Got a bag cuz a young nigga waited
I can't wait pops we made
Strap wit a glocc case that boy try to play me
Homicide Ian shootin 380s
Come thru shootin big chops like the navy
I can't beef wit the broke dets a sin
Kill n repent then I do it again
Big fye when I slide inna bens
Bitch give it up whatchu thought we was friends?
If I hope on the beat the then it's over
Young slm hot like his last name kover
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Walk in here I got the heat on me
Fucc nigga play imma have to delete homie
Im in his bush wit a glicc tryna creep on em
Walk out his out yk I put det heat on em
Cocc bacc and I told em to run it
No mask on my face so you knowin who dun it
Choppa got kicc like judo
Two twin gloccs they a duo
Bitch I'm the hottest that you know
You run up on me a get hit wit a 24
Nigga cap in they rap they barkin
Slm pull up no talkin he sparkin
That Nigga keep talkin we zip him
Flip him he gone inna day they gon miss him

On God
Send a fucc nigga to heaven

But I'm still ridin round wit a smith n western
40 on me a teach u a lesson
Floating wit gliccs inna bacc of a stolen Lexus
My shooter gon shoot wit a dirty weapon
33 shots get em gon inna couple second
I got the glocc inna bacc
No cap
Big faccs when I spin knocc det boy off map
Hold on
I ate it
Got a bag cuz a young nigga waited
I can't wait pops we made
Strap wit a glocc case that boy try to play me
Homicide Ian shootin 380s
Come thru shootin big chops like the navy
I can't beef wit the broke dets a sin
Kill n repent then I do it again
Big fye when I slide inna bens
Bitch give it up whatchu thought we was friends?
If I hope on the beat the then it's over
Young slm hot like his last name kover
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Writer: Carlos Garvin
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