Текст песни Walkin' Licc - Prynce Greedy

Smell like a bricc but I walk like a licc
I got the flame Bitch I'm lit
I can not go out sad bout a bitch, she jus succ me like a ticc
You know a youngin be poppin his shit
You know a youngin so lit
Bad lil bitch I turned her to a dancer

No threatening opps but I still got my gun out
Twelve get behind me you know imma burnout
Come from the trenches we trap til the Sun out
I just bought this how and already done runned out
Lil cinnamon bitch in the spot wit her buns out, I treat her body like a funhouse
She love when I skeet she be lickin her tongue out
If aitnt bout money then what's it to talk bout
Amiri the denim Palms Angel the Shirt I'm on wockie and weed I ain't poppin no perc
They follow the trend cause we settin em first at this point in life I want ten for a verse
He say he a rider we got that boy merked
Barretta the pistol three rounds on the burst
Big Nayborhood Crippin we runnin the turf

Smell like a bricc but I walk like a licc
I got the flame bitch I'm lit
I can not go out sad bout a bitch, she Jus succ me like a ticc
You know a youngin be poppin his shit
You know a youngin so lit
Bad lil bitch I turned her to a dancer