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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BigWalkDog
BigWalkDog
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Uspensky
Alexander Uspensky
Composer
Dajour Jamal Walker
Dajour Jamal Walker
Lyrics
Evgeny Tolstykh
Evgeny Tolstykh
Composer
Viktor Sudobin
Viktor Sudobin
Composer
Mani Khodabakhsh
Mani Khodabakhsh
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Kayla Holland
Kayla Holland
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Lakendric “Scoota” Ford
Mixing Engineer
Manzz
Manzz
Producer
vsonthabeat
vsonthabeat
Producer
mukklockedin
mukklockedin
Producer
ayytwister
ayytwister
Producer

Lyrics

(Ayy, we cooking with TWISTER right now) Hey, hey, (Ayy, vs iced it out) Hey, hey, hey Motion I move like the military 'cause niggas out here grimy, perfect timing If you ask me I was in due for the shine, ain't gotta find me I'm right here up in the city, I ain't hiding, they ain't sliding When they cut the check I went from broke to violent No for real, I could show you how to make a couple mil' Choose a pill, this one you might die, this one you might live Shit give you chills, dude the goon for rеal, tatted on his ribs I'm seeing red, I just saw the fеds, oh, stop the truck right here Off a Percocet, she give me turkey neck, that lil' ho working that I ain't gotta saw a word for that, fly with the birds for that Can't switch up your words, you gotta stand on what you said I got motion in the city, so I keep one in the head Hellcat flat too fat for the opps and too quick for the feds Ceasars red, look like pizza spread, this bitch so easy to fresh You take money to go to war, I spent that money on my neck VVS baguette, jump out heavy, pockets full of Shreks It's BigWalkDog in the flesh, nigga can't come next to that Tell 'em, "Let's go check to check", hundred K was just a flex Another hundred next to that, truck so loud, you scared to guess Could put and wet the next, shoot this bitch like J. J. Reddick And this chopper band, this bitch'll chop your hand I'm buyin' Glocks again And I'm on the block again, I might invest the stocks again I pull up on school, Wop again and put this shit in motion Think I'm jokin', make it hard to breathe Long shotty leave 'em chokin' Antisocial, I ain't open, I blew up, bitch, I ain't local Took this shit from hood to global, wrist on ice, I hope you notice Bought this chain, a iced-up 'bow, don't even wear this shit at all If you ain't 'bout, we gotta get it all, Dog at the church or mall Have 'em hit up off a call, headshot, faceshot, fresh the jawn Big daddy bag, she claimin' Walk, this shit for sho', I needa stall The biggest what? The biggest dog, ain't no more faces of a mall You set a price, I'm servin' raw and I won't show them folks a flaw This shit ain't right, it's gettin' tall See, we ain't trippin' 'bout no cost A nigga know what's up with Walk, you can't be me 'cause you too soft I'm a big player, but still a boss Motion
Writer(s): Dajour Jamal Walker, Viktor Sudobin, Evgeny Tolstykh, Mani Khodabakhsh, Aleksandr Uspenskiy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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