Lyrics:
duckin')
Shooter gon' walk up, brush him (walk up, brush him)
It be all fun and games 'til we touch him (blicky, the blicky)
Lil' stepper pop Percs, get
after the lick, slut yo bitch out
New check, still walk around with the blick out
Mob ties, you know this gang shit I been bout
Shake, shake it, shake it
after the lick, slut yo bitch out
New check, still walk around with the blick out
Mob ties, you know this gang shit I been bout
Shake, shake it, shake it
way I want her)
I said I really wanna work this out, damn girl I'm tryin'
It's the remix
[Repeat: x2]
I got this icebox where my heart used
Location
West coast by the Pacific
Where the heinas look exquisite
And they get so explicit
And I'm with it (Simon)
I like the way you dance, hun
How'd
do like DJ Unk is walk it out
What I wanna do is bend you over
Wear you out like a fleece pullover
Lay you flat on yo back, that's it
Smack that
Got self esteem issues she say I do the most
I'm agreeing wit it I might need to bac off the coke
Cuz I even sneeze different
my blessings came out
the wizard of the oz
Got them other bitches hattin' talkin' like flies
Say it, then she go fed
And she taste up from her toes to her head
Take her out
struggle
I grindin', I hustle
You soft like snuggle
Big Oomp got muscle
I'm pumped, I walk it out
I'm the one these other niggas talk about
One hit
got an appetite
Acting like
We were just a phase, baby that's a lie
Surprised
Said she been amazed how he still alive
Miss it (uh)
Get with me remix it
come out like poetry
Like, you can feel it
The streets don't love nobody
You smell me
Like, the streets don't love nobody
Don't nothin' come with this
soldier walks in the house
Nigga get em up, We gon turn this bitch out
BOOOOOOOOOOOMM
some music that
Could put me on the map
I got Squid with me, and we back on the remix
Got a bitch with me
And she told me she gon' need it
I'm out in LA
try'na make some music that could put me on the map
I got Squid with me, and we back on the remix
Got a bitch with me, and she told me she gon' need it
I'm
your hoe know it right on the cheek
Got straight in the sheets cause I said I would greek
Can't do TV cause I know I'm a..
Yeah gone bleep that hoe out
Ryders on the west cost
Ya herd me
Look I don't care if you a blood
I don't care if you a crip throw it up throw it up
You can crip walk to this
Naw
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
of the biggest earners
See you tried to wind me up it was getting tekky
I was watching Youtube, Remix to Keisha and Becky
Even tried to trick me and go for
counting cash
Chop it up by the whole damn
Selling white girl with no add
If you smokin, reggie bush
Then you cannot smoke with me
If you wear fila, prada
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
you don’t get it, that mean
“shawty puttin’ that mouth on me” (ha ha ha)
She “gettin’ off” that blow job, clockin’ out for me
Pull up what’s out, uh
Stop that drama, President Obama
RZA, you get trapped in six
Up, you better grab your crucifix
It's the remix
Digitech, back inside your set
Mind design
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
tell you after this one mayne
Don't worry bout it keep ya distance mayne
Watch how everythang start clicking mayne
Hol up
Walk walk walk walk aye!
Mr
Discuss these walk it out remix by unk Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In