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Walk Out (feat. DJ Premier)

Prodigy

Hip-Hop/Rap

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INTERPRÉTATION
Prodigy
Prodigy
Interprète
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
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DJ Premier
DJ Premier
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Uh-huh Tight with my loot 'cause hoes like to run game Hold up, baby Take a walk I gotta take care of this real quick, yeah Tight ti- ti- ti- tight, ti- ti- ti- tight Tight with my loot 'cause hoes like to run game What up, Shyne? You hold the bag, uh-huh (Take a walk) yeah Been in the house for three days, high on drugs Me and my bitch, all we do is fight and we fuck I been neglectin' my first love, a lot of cash She been cheatin' on me out there with all these other cats In the first rule of business, secure the bag Another one, and another one You can ask Khaled how the young OG spin Might burn like the power line I make that currency flow, just three hundred fifty-seven thousand volts I'll shock the life out you I'll get back to this money, forget all about you The only thing poppin' over here is gunpowder Other than that, I'm laid back admirin' my life I got a tight network of great people We get things done, rain, sleet, hale, or snow I'm out, outside where it's icy cold But the money keep a nigga on fire tho', ayy It's four seasons, it's no day off 3-6-5, I'm stuck to the grind I can't shake all this good fortune Addiction, the sex, drugs, money and the spotlight, get some It's a war goin' on nigga, come outside You in the bitch too long, nigga come outside That's how you turn soft, you a fuckin' tick Stop breastfeedin', you missin' all the action We just booked a mark for 70 thousand TVs and MacBooks fallin' off trucks The lil' homies pulled up, they trunk full of guns Tried to sell me an arsen-, I just need a lil' one Hit the club with the homies, we just shootin' the shit Chicks try to dance on me, but I curve all of them I got a thing for a queen but you not a queen I got a lioness in my bed, she waitin' on me Bumped into the RZA, we exchanged math, this what I'm talkin' 'bout I ain't seen him in years, this why I need to be out Every now and again, but not too much I gotta keep my mystique mysterious, serious It's four seasons, it's no day off 3-6-5, I'm stuck to the grind I can't shake all this good fortune Addiction, the sex, drugs, money and the spotlight, get some Ti- ti- ti- tight with my loot 'cause hoes like to run game Take a walk, no doubt indeed Tight ti- ti- ti- ti- tight with my loot 'cause hoes like to run game Take- take- take a walk
Writer(s): Christopher Martin, Albert Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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