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Walk It, Talk It (feat. David Banner)
Yung Wun
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Oh yeahAll in formation We gon' walk wit it(Hey) We gon' talk wit it(Ooh) Got me screamin' out Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again We gon' walk wit it(Hey) We gon' talk wit it(Ooh) Got me screamin' out Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again This face expression of a baller Shot calla, gettin' down for miles of travelin' through these walls Leavin' the green ova bitches, shady tells a 50 lick It's sad I had to leave 'em in critical conditions Up in that hoodlum wall club pourin' liquor on niggas It's green fellish for life there, they go hit the lights Back do it in park, as I bounced up out that cash po' Call up Joe, where he at? He at tha airport Duckin' an' runnin' from these po pos they outta control30 cops chasin' a nigga from the ghett Got away clean, [unverified] Tired as hell, I put that suit case down We gon' walk wit it(Hey) We gon' talk wit it(Ooh) Got me screamin' out Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again6 o clock in tha mourin' stretchin' and yawnin' as the sun rise Poorin' out liquor fo all my soldiers that died In these ghetto days, bussin' bottles and shoot the bitche It's them ghetto ways, them ghetto ways(Hey) My 1st mission of the day, wit a swisha fired up They say ya back in the trap again shorty so what Where the **** at? Believe that, I need that, so [unverified] niggas On the south side get slack Is it my last day, I don't knoe, but if I goPut a blunt in my casket shorty let mah soul smoke So on 3, P PG fast street for cannonville On the souf side where hard heads ride we keep it real We gon' walk wit it(Hey) We gon' talk wit it(Ooh) Got me screamin' out Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again I'm tryin' to cop the new bently thang I already got the fansies off the lot wit tha Cuban Frames4 4's on top I move them thangsya car slippin' in tha hood ya mite loose ya brain[Unverified] Like a black bird, that's rite, high up on the curve David Atten on mah face like CFA, GIA but call 'em Dedra Allison Bay banks and billoms high flys and hideaways In Dresden stay and play I got tha Nelly claw on the seize and do' Ya neva saw a ********* do this shit before We gon' walk wit it(Hey) We gon' talk wit it(Ooh) Got me screamin' out Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again Let 'em kno, every hood roun The world this how we doin' this here Yung Wun, knoe what I'm sayin' Bringin' it to ya on the real Uncut strait street, all hood America, we have a problem4 real it's goin' down Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha East Side what, West Side what Down South motha fuka, where tha mouf motha ****a East side, West Side, North Side, South Side Mississippi in dis thang rite ATL man, St. Louis man, magnolia, bounce bak, get that what
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