Lyrics wifisfuneral – Walkin Lick
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I smoke I sip on lick I gook I flex I’m different
You niggas smoking me there’s loud all in my section
Can’t fuck around with twelve dumb niggas make me sick
Oh yea your bitch she stoped no ice up on my wrist
I’m looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick
I’m looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick
I’m looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick
I’m looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick
Live from the grave, let me raise all at ease
Never talk back to a king when he speak
Teach a lesson with a smith & wesson
Niggas claiming that they bout it
We gone really bring the pressure
Back in the cut with the blade
Cut to his face if a fuck boy really wanna play
Nigga I ain’t scared of shit boy
I’m coming live from the south side florida by the water
White bitches sniffing sticks boy
Need a fix boy
Hit my line
Riding down town got my phone on silent never hear me when I come around
Going crazy while I’m dancing with the devil
Tryna level all the highs and the lows
Young nigga with the shits, rolling up another zip
Hear my blood flowing through my heart, can’t afford to die up in this bitch
Hitting up my line with the bullshit you know I gotta see ya
Light skin bitch with the wings on her back watch her fly like aaliyah
That’s my old mommacita mommamia
Popping 5 xannies got me feeling dead to the next sequel
Kush so strong whole blunt looking like a long arm
Word around town is the fuck niggas talking like bitches
Hold up, just let me understand & get this
Hit up my phone, these hoes know it stay chirping
Drink all that henny and rub on that pussy you know that shit working
You know that shit twerking
White girl sniffing blow while she blow
That’s for certain
Give her the gas or the molly she turning to brolly
Can’t fuck round with shorty
My bitch hella crazy
Callin my phone say I’m finn have you yo baby?
Bitch is you stupid? leave the convo vacant
Riding round palm beach feeling like the mayor
Slide on yo bitch make them pussy lips gett’em wetter & greater
Then its back to the grave that I go nothing more
In a 4 that I’m tipping
Slow mo, no vhs how ya boy sipping
Gotta pray I never get caught slipping
I smoke I sip on lick I gook I flex I’m different
You niggas smoking me there’s loud all in my section
Can’t fuck around with twelve dumb niggas make me sick
Oh yea your bitch she stoped no ice up on my wrist
I’m looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick
I’m looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick
I’m looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick
I’m looking like a fucking walkin lick walkin lick
