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Walk Down (feat. 21 Savage) letra


Yeah, Spyder
(We got London on da Track) Uh

Bad-ass bitch, you come and sit on dick
You talkin' all that shit, you crossin' street get hit
Go bad on a bitch (bad), I'm done sippin' Tris' (huh)
I'm done gettin' rich (I'm done), got too much money, shit (shit)
The 'Rari came with kit, my bitch know I'm slick
I'm done with all that playin', your nail gettin' blicks

I'm walkin' down (down), walk down (down)
Walk down (down), walk down (down)
Walk down on a dawg (walk), walk down (down)
Walk down on that baby, walk down (down)

Real nigga, it's time to travel (let's go)
Whole court in the street, hit the gavel (hit the gavel)
I know hitters in New York, and they rappers
I know hitters out in London, can't travel (woo), yeah
Put the gun down, nigga, drop you like a crip (ayy)
Runnin' from 'em, they say you pussy if you go ski (yeah)
The rose gold Patek on your head, yeah, Phillippe (yeah)
I'm one time pingin', that's a rich nigga fee
Get a rush (get a rush), just for steppin' (just for steppin')
I hope I pass the test, been sippin' codeine (yeah)
These is baguettes on a bitch, then she know (then she know me)
This Russian bitch want her kids, make me (huh)

I'm walkin' down (down), walk down (down)
Walk down (down), walk down (down)
Walk down on a dawg (walk), walk down (down)
Walk down on that baby, walk down (down)

Mister Packing, never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
Bang, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker
Step on my nuts, the twelve gates drop your side, buster

Tryna fit the stick inside my coat, but I can't (yeah)
Nine figure nigga on the bank (yeah)
You got one strike and you get spanked (pussy)
I ain't A$AP Rocky, these ain't blanks (21)
These Kel-Tec will turn your ass dang (yeah)
The 'Rari can't geek (yeah)
I'm on vacation ridin' on a scooter, but I'm screep (yeah)
All my opps target practice, pin 'em to a tree (yeah)
Super charge the motor 12, know that I'ma flee (yeah)
If I send them blicks, they gon' know that it was me (yeah)
We can't use a gun, we put fetty in this weed (yeah)
All these hoes goin', man, I'm knowin' how it be (yeah)
You can't hate a player when he callin' Hi-C (yeah)
She was doin' dick when you got down on that knee (yeah)
Mob in these niggas, get smacked, capiche (21)
Walk down on 'em like a dog without a leash (21)
You respect the bail, then it's peace (pussy)
Savage keep a stick, I'm from the East, nigga

I'm walkin' down (down), walk down (down)
Walk down (down), walk down (down)
Walk down on a dawg (walk), walk down (down)
Walk down on that baby, walk down (down)

Mister Packing, never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
Bang, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker
Step on my nuts, the twelve gates drop your side, buster
Yeah, Spyder
(We got London on da Track) Uh

Bad-ass bitch, you come and sit on dick
You talkin' all that shit, you crossin' street get hit
Go bad on a bitch (bad), I'm done sippin' Tris' (huh)
I'm done gettin' rich (I'm done), got too much money, shit (shit)
The 'Rari came with kit, my bitch know I'm slick
I'm done with all that playin', your nail gettin' blicks

I'm walkin' down (down), walk down (down)
Walk down (down), walk down (down)
Walk down on a dawg (walk), walk down (down)
Walk down on that baby, walk down (down)

Real nigga, it's time to travel (let's go)
Whole court in the street, hit the gavel (hit the gavel)
I know hitters in New York, and they rappers
I know hitters out in London, can't travel (woo), yeah
Put the gun down, nigga, drop you like a crip (ayy)
Runnin' from 'em, they say you pussy if you go ski (yeah)
The rose gold Patek on your head, yeah, Phillippe (yeah)
I'm one time pingin', that's a rich nigga fee
Get a rush (get a rush), just for steppin' (just for steppin')
I hope I pass the test, been sippin' codeine (yeah)
These is baguettes on a bitch, then she know (then she know me)
This Russian bitch want her kids, make me (huh)

I'm walkin' down (down), walk down (down)
Walk down (down), walk down (down)
Walk down on a dawg (walk), walk down (down)
Walk down on that baby, walk down (down)

Mister Packing, never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
Bang, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker
Step on my nuts, the twelve gates drop your side, buster

Tryna fit the stick inside my coat, but I can't (yeah)
Nine figure nigga on the bank (yeah)
You got one strike and you get spanked (pussy)
I ain't A$AP Rocky, these ain't blanks (21)
These Kel-Tec will turn your ass dang (yeah)
The 'Rari can't geek (yeah)
I'm on vacation ridin' on a scooter, but I'm screep (yeah)
All my opps target practice, pin 'em to a tree (yeah)
Super charge the motor 12, know that I'ma flee (yeah)
If I send them blicks, they gon' know that it was me (yeah)
We can't use a gun, we put fetty in this weed (yeah)
All these hoes goin', man, I'm knowin' how it be (yeah)
You can't hate a player when he callin' Hi-C (yeah)
She was doin' dick when you got down on that knee (yeah)
Mob in these niggas, get smacked, capiche (21)
Walk down on 'em like a dog without a leash (21)
You respect the bail, then it's peace (pussy)
Savage keep a stick, I'm from the East, nigga

I'm walkin' down (down), walk down (down)
Walk down (down), walk down (down)
Walk down on a dawg (walk), walk down (down)
Walk down on that baby, walk down (down)

Mister Packing, never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
Bang, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker
Step on my nuts, the twelve gates drop your side, buster

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