Paroles de la chanson WAY I WALK par Doe Boy

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Paroles de la chanson WAY I WALK par Doe Boy

She post me the other day, maybe I do need to fuck with her, hahaha
(It's the way I talk, the way I walk, the way)
You know I got that .50 on me, man, stop playin', buh, buh, buh
(Gang shit, it's the way I walk, it's the way I talk, the way)
Oh, really

You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run
When you see them killas in that minivan come
Pull up, hop out, walk down with a handgun
Nigga, we don't respect none till you stand over some'
Money gang what I claim, them rubberbands come with drums

We be poppin' shit, try them rubberbands, then you done
Rubberband money gang till im in the grave or some'
You ain't never put in work, boy, you just wanna claim some'
Pull up, leave a nigga wet, shooter tryna drain some'
He ain't never earn respect, that's when we try to take some'
This a Drac', not a TEC, pull up, tryna blaze some'
Everybody got a check till its time to pay for some'

Gang shit, just the way I talk
I don't drive by no more, this just the way I walk

Gang shit, he had them thangs, got crossed
She don't fuck with broke lames, that's why ya main got bought (Come here, babe)
Gang shit, nigga came, got lost
Pulled up, got sprayed, white chalked
Gang shit, this just the way I walk
Pussy nigga got caught, ain't my fault (Oh, really?)

I ain't never been a lame, sorry boy, I ain't you
Never froze, niggas always duck when I came through
Just slid, still ridin' round in da same coupe
Always dreamed bout robbin' rappers, then my dream came true
Bitch, I grew up with them gangstas, I don't know who raised you
Fingers still twist the same, still rep the same crew

And it's still fuck Rome, but I love Gotch, free dude
I'ma toast up with the gang, you know we gots to drink, dude
They ain't walk how I walk, they can't talk how I talk
Got that ticket on his head, he getting chalked, he get caught
They don't walk how I walk and they don't talk how I talk
Oh, my god, what happened to homie? He had that white, he got offed
We be killin' shit, stand over that nigga, finish him
Bad bitch, that shit hit, sent her to the dealership
My young nigga with the shit rob you for your stimulus

Fuck Biden, you getting licked when that stimmy hit, bitch

Gang shit, just the way I talk
I don't drive by no more, this just the way I walk
Gang shit, he had them thangs, got crossed
She don't fuck with broke lames, that's why ya main got bought
Gang shit, nigga came, got lost
Pulled up, got sprayed, white chalked
Gang shit, this just the way I walk
Pussy nigga got caught, ain't my fault (Oh, really?)

Doe Beezy (It's the way I talk, the way I walk, the way)
(Gang shit, it's the way I walk, it's the way I talk, the way)

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