Walk In (feat. Kelvin)
Rod$ta
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Yeah they call me Rod man, but I'm not Dennis Floss like I live at the dentist Told 'em just give me a minute I feel like I got the juice I told her Goodbye and Good Riddance 14 got my own business Running past you no fitness Same nigga doubting be the same nigga working When them racks in man my mom bag Birkin Wasn't you the one all on my phone hurting Like and unlike man I see you lurking 20k in kicks and they gone by the week End yo whole career I ain't even got to speak Go back to High School that's yo peak Call in a maintenance it's a leak Walk-in straight gas I reek Nigga used to jailbreak add tweaks Vintage drip called antiques Hit gym work on techniques I get the pink and blue like South Beach They gone teach you if you reach Don't give no f*ck bout yo critique Counting the commas go straight to boutique I'm straight out the A like my name Dominique Please don't leave lashes on my sink She know she getting hit every time we link The bros want to fight every time we drink I bet he leave the scene with a tummy ache And a jaw so broke that he can't enunciate Had the homie hit him from behind like a butter face Then my potna put him down like The Undertaker Made the boy drip or drown like a Gunna tape sir Now it's shorty on us but I don't wanna date her So I serve it to the homies like Rod Lavers Bro Rod save her (I ain't finna take her) She just wanna get AD like the damn Lakers She ain't getting it from me I'm a damn player And you serving that pack but it's all air Plus you hitting rock bottom like the damn mayor I get it right, girlies can come over one night I can't decide, do I wear Matters or Off White? Speaking of merch, if she supporting I sell her a shirt Then go bizerk, I'm getting chicken she say I'm a jerk Walk-in straight gas I reek Nigga used to jailbreak add tweaks Vintage drip called antiques Hit gym work on techniques I get the pink and blue like South Beach They gone teach you if you reach Don't give no f*ck bout yo critique Counting the commas go straight to boutique I'm blasting shit out of ya speakers I'm blasting shit out of ya speakers She stay with class like her ass is teacher Met her in streets like it been glad to meet her Rare ass kicks that you can't get, but they still getting turnt in beater Don't wanna work with ya either No I don't give not one damn 'bout ya feature Walk-in straight gas I reek Nigga used to jailbreak add tweaks Vintage drip called antiques Hit gym work on techniques I get the pink and blue like South Beach They gone teach you if you reach Don't give no f*ck bout yo critique Counting the commas go straight to boutique
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Written by: WAYNE EDWARDS, AL FERGUESON, RANDY STEVEN THOMAS
Lyrics © DistroKid, Spirit Music Group
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