paroles de chanson Can't Walk - Iayze
Ayy,
bitch,
go
(Ayy,
bitch)
Ayy,
bitch,
go
(On
real
Murda
worth
shit)
Real
Murda
worth
shit,
aye
(Real
Murda
worth
shit)
I
say,
I
just
spilled
my
tech,
bitch,
I'll
be
pissed
if
that
was
Wock'
(Ayy,
uh,
Wock')
Ayy,
go
I
just
spilled
my
tech,
bitch,
I'll
be
pissed
if
that
was
Wock'
(Ugh,
pissed
if
that
was
Wock')
Ayy,
bitch,
ayy,
ayy
He
lookin'
for
problems,
bitch,
I'm
lookin'
for
opps
to
smoke
(I'm
lookin'
for
opps
to
smoke,
ugh)
Bitch,
I'm
two
deep
in
that
four
door,
and
it's
smoke
to
go
(And
it's
smoke
to
go)
Broke-ass
opp
in
a
Motel,
shoot
up
the
rooms
to
go
(Shoot
up
the
rooms
to
go,
bitch)
Fuck
that
bitch
on
a
King
bed,
this
bitch
said
she
got
it
from
Rooms
To
Go
(She
got
it
from
Rooms
To
Go)
Slide
through
the
Murda
and
do
a
hit,
bitch,
on
Rufe
Snow
(Bitch,
on
Rufe
Snow)
I
can
get
that
boy
knocked
off,
just
gotta
call
Cujo
(Gotta
call
Cujo
dumbass)
Pockets
so
fat,
like
damn,
like
them
bitches
Sumo
(Them
bitches
Sumo,
nigga)
He
lookin'
for
problems,
bitch,
I'm
lookin'
for
opps
to
smoke
(Opps
to
smoke)
Finna
pop
out,
bitch,
get
active,
grab
my
Glock
and
go
(Grab
my
Glock
and
go,
ugh)
I
like
makin'
sure
the
gang
eat,
bitch,
I
don't
hate
on
my
bros
(I
don't
hate
on
my
bros)
I
don't
like
it
when
the
opps
die,
I
like
to
shoot
at
my
foes
(I
like
to
shoot
at
my
foes)
I
be
hangin'
with
my
boo
babys,
and
they
throwin'
up
four's
(They
throwin'
up
four's)
I
like
gettin'
to
the
money,
bitch,
I
don't
like
fuckin'
hoes
(I
don't
like
fuckin'
hoes,
no,
no
way)
I
gotta
pray
before
I
hit
a
lick,
'cause
anythin'
could
go
(You
know
anythin'
could
go)
That
nigga
a
pussy
repellent,
he
keep
on
beatin'
his
hoes
(Keep
on
beatin'
his
hoes)
Bitch,
I'll
kick
the
door,
I
don't
need
a
Glock,
I'll
flush
my
opp
(I'll
flush
my
opp)
Hit
a
sales
pitch
to
the
junkie,
I'm
like,
"This
shit
good,
anything
can
box"
(—Thing
could
box,
bitch)
I
just
spilled
my
Hi-Tech,
would've
been
pissed
if
that
was
'Wock
('Wock,
nigga)
I
be
high
out
my
mind,
I
be
on
Perc's,
I
can't
even
walk
(Can't
even
walk,
nigga)
Busy
gettin'
high
with
the
birds,
I
be
like,
"Text
me,
I
can't
talk"
(I
can't
talk)
Bitch,
aye,
I
be
like,
"Text
me,
I
can't
talk"
Busy
gettin'
high
with
the
birds,
I
be
like,
"Text
me,
I
can't
talk",
bitch
Woulda,
uh,
been
pissed
if
that
was
'Wock
I
just
spilled
my
tech,
would
been
pissed
if
that
was
'Wock
He
lookin'
for
problems,
bitch,
I'm
lookin'
for
opps
to
smoke
(I'm
lookin'
for
opps
to
smoke,
ugh)
Bitch,
I'm
two
deep
in
that
four
door,
and
it's
smoke
to
go
(And
it's
smoke
to
go)
Broke-ass
opp
in
a
Motel,
shoot
up
the
rooms
to
go
(Shoot
up
the
rooms
to
go,
bitch)
Fuck
that
bitch
on
a
King
bed,
this
bitch
said
she
got
it
from
Rooms
To
Go
(She
got
it
from
Rooms
To
Go)
Slide
through
the
Murda
and
do
a
hit,
bitch,
on
Rufe
Snow
(Bitch,
on
Rufe
Snow)
I
can
get
that
boy
knocked
off,
just
gotta
call
Cujo
(Gotta
call
Cujo
dumbass)
Pockets
so
fat,
like
damn,
like
them
bitches
Sumo
(Them
bitches
Sumo,
nigga)
He
lookin'
for
problems,
bitch,
I'm
lookin'
for
opps
to
smoke
(Opps
to
smoke)
1 Sped Off
2 Mind Right
3 Can't Walk
4 Bids
5 Jace Powers (Interlude)
6 Call
7 Jace!
8 I Love You
9 Flirt
10 Fold
11 Fuck the Price
12 Cooked As Pie
13 Catch You (Intro)
14 88
15 Cracked (I'm Him 2)
16 Hold On
17 I Been
18 Numbers
19 Fr
20 Happy
21 Tell Me (with Mixed Matches)
22 I Ride
23 AKs & ARs
24 Miles
25 Jail Bed (with Bighead)
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