paroles de chanson Walk Through Like I Got It (feat. Hitready) - Boogieman Dela

...travel and she got like a fuckin, what is? Uh, the passport?
And she got like 40 different jawns and she been every fuckin where.
Like, she stay on a plane. So like, she high maintenance and shit.
We can fall back and chill and shit.
She got like big plans she wanna do shit all the fuckin time.
She was with my nephew Shizz and Shizz like I'm going to mu-fuckin
Umm... He said I'm going to mu-fuckin
Miami. I said we going to Miami too or whatever.
I float through like I live on the moon
I need space please give me some room
I'm just tryna to stay grounded
But I'm surrounded with people so out of this world
I can't help but to travel (we out here)
The king of sound bitch
I'm so rock and roll I started off as a pebble (rockstar)
These frauds not on my level (not at all)
I'm bout to kill this shit get a hearse and a shovel (you niggas dead)
I walk through like I already made it
You walk through looking all outdated that ain't vintage (looking bad)
That ain't pimpin' you senseless what's your image
My chick a yellow bone like one of The Simpsons (ouu)
My dark skin Jawn like one of The Jacksons (ouu)
They tell me I'm flyer than one of The Jetsons
(We outer space yall)
We walk through raise the temperature
Then bounce like a check without the signature, damn!
I walk through like I got it (cuz I got it)
I walk through like I got it (cuz I got it)
I walk through like (yeah)
I walk through like I got it (cuz I got it)
I walk through like I got it (cuz I got it)
I walk through like (yeah)
I walk through like I got it (cuz I got it)
I walk through like I got it (cuz I got it)
I walk through like (yeah)
I walk through like I got it (cuz I got it)
I walk through like I got it (cuz I got it)
I walk through like (yeah)
Yeah im in this bitch camo everything
Married to the game wedding ring on the pinky (pinky)
Smelling all stinky (stinky)
Wallet all chunky (chunky)
Smoking on grass with hair like Tinky Winky (aye)
Don't play with me like it's okay with me
I hear them jack boys running down in your city (where they at)
Come with it
I dare you run up on me
Pull this Roscoe P Cold Chain on him whoa!
Walking through
Pocket full of dirty money
Fly dude with the cool stroll I only want the money (Hitready)
I used to love girls (yah)
But they love money (yah)
Now I love money and they can't get none from me
Look what you've done to me was born thoroughbred
Start touching little paper then I wanted more bread
Like when I first got a dick suck I wanted more head
Got to chase more bread got to chase more bread
Them bitches won't get shit here
Them trick bulls up there
I be walking through talkin to
All my players I gave credit still owe me few
Walking through my neighborhood like I'm Mister Rogers
Acting like I ain't got it but they know I got it
That's cuz they pocket watching
Know I got that pocket rocket blocka blocka
Playing the phone because the cops is watchin
Designer jeans because the thots is watching
Walking through I got to pop one
(Gots to pop one. You understand me?)