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MG Biggz - Walk Down Lyrics



MG Biggz - Walk Down Lyrics




I'm like corona virus
How I get around

I Get aroused
& tapped three times
Yea I pin her down

Last Nigga came looking for trouble
He ain't getting found

Nigga think he standing for something
Had to sit him down

I ain't walking thru that crowd
I need 50 thou

That Blicky blow
Knocking off arms
Shit like a 50 cal

Ducking down you better stay low
We shooting 50 rounds

We run the town
Them niggas they know
So they don't f*ck around

Touchdown in yo city ion tap in
I'm tapped in

I get to throwing bands
Then bitches tap dance

White bitch know she thick as hell
But I want her black friend

I can't get caught up in no jam
I gotta back in

I can't do favors no mam
I need my back end

I can't fall out with my lil mans he bring that pack in

Back then I was in that black van
Still them packed in

Hella hoes
I was in the second row
Tryna break her back in

Facts

I got nigga who don't like me
But they listen to my shit

I know niggas say they f*ck with me & tryna f*ck my bitch

I know shit is gon ugly
When I'm finally rich

It's couple niggas stuck with me
I know that they legit

Bottles in my section
Bitches look in my direction

I ain't gotta say it but I know they get the message

I can shoot a text & have her outta Texas

If spend some money on ya bitch
It's an investment

Can I f*ck you with your girl friend it's just a question

Gotta a lot of friends & im tryna f*ck the best one

Tryna telll this skinny bitch that she don't need her chest done

Don't you let them bitches tell you shit baby you pressure

We f*ck up the club
Make somebody clean the mess up

Niggas f*ck with us
White tees getting pressed up

Everyday I -
Put that shit on ion dress up

I ain't taking condoms
But that magnum in my dresser

I just took this bitch to crib
Deven Hester

I just took this bitch off my hip ion wrestle

Had to do em dirty with the .38 special

Had to learn my lesson gotta watch the ones you next to

Ugh

Ugh

Ugh

Haa

Woo woo

Ugh

Ion crash when I do the dash

Damn I just blew a bag

Short got some ass
Shit i know what ima do with that

Had to throw some cash in the air the way she threw it back

When I drop the city going crazy
Shit like Tua back

Two hoes both bad
With a fruit bowl & a leaf fan

Ion need twenty eight days
I'll be good good with a weekend

I ain't shopping with you peons
Lil niggas ain't bringing P's in

I can't tell you the last time that I crank a car with the keys in

Ugh

You got money in ya pocket
pull it out

If you see a f*ck nigga in the club
Point him out

If that nigga ain't pying no bills
Put him out

If that bitch acting bougie in the whip
Kick her out

Yea yea

Yea yea

Woo woo

Moose Gang
Six Four
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I'm like corona virus
How I get around

I Get aroused
& tapped three times
Yea I pin her down

Last Nigga came looking for trouble
He ain't getting found

Nigga think he standing for something
Had to sit him down

I ain't walking thru that crowd
I need 50 thou

That Blicky blow
Knocking off arms
Shit like a 50 cal

Ducking down you better stay low
We shooting 50 rounds

We run the town
Them niggas they know
So they don't f*ck around

Touchdown in yo city ion tap in
I'm tapped in

I get to throwing bands
Then bitches tap dance

White bitch know she thick as hell
But I want her black friend

I can't get caught up in no jam
I gotta back in

I can't do favors no mam
I need my back end

I can't fall out with my lil mans he bring that pack in

Back then I was in that black van
Still them packed in

Hella hoes
I was in the second row
Tryna break her back in

Facts

I got nigga who don't like me
But they listen to my shit

I know niggas say they f*ck with me & tryna f*ck my bitch

I know shit is gon ugly
When I'm finally rich

It's couple niggas stuck with me
I know that they legit

Bottles in my section
Bitches look in my direction

I ain't gotta say it but I know they get the message

I can shoot a text & have her outta Texas

If spend some money on ya bitch
It's an investment

Can I f*ck you with your girl friend it's just a question

Gotta a lot of friends & im tryna f*ck the best one

Tryna telll this skinny bitch that she don't need her chest done

Don't you let them bitches tell you shit baby you pressure

We f*ck up the club
Make somebody clean the mess up

Niggas f*ck with us
White tees getting pressed up

Everyday I -
Put that shit on ion dress up

I ain't taking condoms
But that magnum in my dresser

I just took this bitch to crib
Deven Hester

I just took this bitch off my hip ion wrestle

Had to do em dirty with the .38 special

Had to learn my lesson gotta watch the ones you next to

Ugh

Ugh

Ugh

Haa

Woo woo

Ugh

Ion crash when I do the dash

Damn I just blew a bag

Short got some ass
Shit i know what ima do with that

Had to throw some cash in the air the way she threw it back

When I drop the city going crazy
Shit like Tua back

Two hoes both bad
With a fruit bowl & a leaf fan

Ion need twenty eight days
I'll be good good with a weekend

I ain't shopping with you peons
Lil niggas ain't bringing P's in

I can't tell you the last time that I crank a car with the keys in

Ugh

You got money in ya pocket
pull it out

If you see a f*ck nigga in the club
Point him out

If that nigga ain't pying no bills
Put him out

If that bitch acting bougie in the whip
Kick her out

Yea yea

Yea yea

Woo woo

Moose Gang
Six Four
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Writer: DMITRY KOKURIN, MG BIGGZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: MG Biggz
Language: English
Written by: DMITRY KOKURIN, MG BIGGZ

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