Текст песни Walking Dead - Cheikh
Cash
on
me
like
clothes
Pockets
filled,
feel
my
bulge
Eyes
low
cuz
I
smoke
dope
Stay
so
high
I
fly
low
Niggas
salty,
like
silos
No
coffee
in
my
cup,
I′m
woke
Nobody
livin,
this
survival
The
walkin
dead
is
all
I
know
Cash
on
me
like
clothes
Pockets
filled,
feel
my
bulge
Eyes
low
cuz
I
smoke
dope
Stay
so
high
I
fly
low
Niggas
salty,
silos
No
coffee
in
my
cup,
I'm
woke
Nobody
livin,
this
survival
The
walkin
dead
is
all
I
know
Cash
on
me
like
clothes
I′m
the
new
nigga,
strike
a
pose
I
Rose
like
Derrick
I
chose
Not
to
be
a
parrot
Yall
type
hoes
Seein
signs
like
crows
She
seein
stars
cuz
I
rose
Below
par
based
on
my
prose
Shakespeare-
and
Plato-type
flows
Socrates
light
smoke
Exhale
out
my
nose
Prophecies,
theorized
dope
Exiled
for
my
quotes
Students
build
on
my
ideologies
Teach
and
publish
my
notes
Degraded,
hated,
unappreciated
Basically
on
trial
cuz
I'm
woke
Hotep,
oh
no
How
we
let
these
hoes
step
on
Sphinx
toes
Smell
the
bullshit,
don't
need
nose
Gimme
that,
you
don′t
need
those
If
more
knew,
I
woulda
freed
more
I′m
locked
in,
keep
the
keys
close
I
wrote
this
in
code,
keep
the
key
close
Malcolm
Little's
BDay
is
the
key
code
Cash
on
me
like
clothes
Pockets
filled,
feel
my
bulge
Eyes
low
cuz
I
smoke
dope
Stay
so
high
I
fly
low
Niggas
salty,
silos
No
coffee
in
my
cup,
I′m
woke
Nobody
livin,
this
survival
The
walkin
dead
is
all
I
know
Wait
Put
some
more
greens
on
my
plate
I
need
a
couple
a
safes
Put
me
a
house
on
the
lake
Chasin
a
couple
estates
28,
I
only
ate
a
couple
a
steaks
I
ain't
raisin
the
stakes
I′m
just
sunnin
you
niggas
Till
raisins
may
as
well
be
takin
ya
place
Dig
in
that
badge
like
a
DJ
diggin
in
a
crate
Bitch
yo
backup
too
late
This
for
Philando,
pig,
face
ya
fate
Tooth
for
a
tooth
till
all
we
drank
is
shakes
Eye
for
an
eye
now
noone
face
the
snakes
Nobody
real,
but
everybody
fake
Shit
look
crooked,
I'm
straight
Shit
look
crooked,
I′m
straight
It's
Cheikh,
bitch,
checkmate
Hit
the
stage,
bitch,
check
made
Reesey
say
switch
my
king
wit
my
rook
You
pussies
prolly
think
it's
sex
change
Ankle,
waist,
hand,
neck;
chain
Ancestors
by
the
neck
hang
It′s
been
one
fucked
up
chess
game
What′s
understood
don't
get
explained
Cash
on
me
like
clothes
Pockets
filled,
feel
my
bulge
Eyes
low
cuz
I
smoke
dope
Stay
so
high
I
fly
low
Niggas
salty,
silos
No
coffee
in
my
cup,
I′m
woke
Nobody
livin,
this
survival
The
walkin
dead
is
all
I
know
![Cheikh - Star Shit](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/s/5/l/h/np4w1whl5s.jpg)
1 Preposterous
2 Thumbtack :
3 Cuz Eye Want To
4 I8
5 Sauce Me
6 Eye Got You
7 My Time
8 Nevermind
9 Hublot P. Newton
10 Vet
11 Angel Things
12 Walking Dead
13 Cancer
14 The Freemans
15 Fresh Coffee Beans
16 Fred (The Flintstones)
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