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BigWalkDog - Protect Me From Evil Lyrics



BigWalkDog - Protect Me From Evil Lyrics
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Hey (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)
Hey
Hey
Yeah, I put up all half
(Pablo go crazy for this motherf*cker)
BigWalkDog
Hey
Hey
Ha
Hey

"Protect me from evil," that's why I say to this heater
Every time I leave the house, how I know if you need it?
Knowin' you really don't need it, just wanna see me give it out (huh?)
I bet the bank I got different amounts
I put a Patek into my accounts
The bigger the risk, the bigger the house
The bigger the fool, the figure it out

Hey, I'm lookin' up, got my head in the clouds
Hopin' they watchin' the ground
When I do a show, ain't no use to them pattin' me down
New poppin' with thirty some rounds
Might get me a pop and a deuce, then I dirty some down
He a lick 'cause they heard he got pounds
Go do a show, then I prolly go shoot back to the town
Told my cousin to short me one down
Got it right out the mud, I prolly couldn't walk through a flood
2011, mix water with blood, had to see what it was
You prolly see what it does, 'cause the streets ain't got no more love
I show my diamond to both of the judges
They want the choppas, I really wasn't budgin'
Ain't talkin' 'bout time, but that been out the question
Had done showed my status, they got off the subject
Like, f*ck it, might turn to a Christian while dodgin' these bullets
Only see money, he died for the hustle
Don't know want another, won't die for eachother
I been told my mama I'd die for my brother
He talk how I talk, he touch six figure early
A six figure jury, a pot of detergent
I had to go get me some money, it was urgent
Can't say you were walkin', you ain't hop out Suburban
They know that I'm that nigga, ain't gotta be worried
Gon' stay in they lane, they ain't gotta be tourin'
Got fifty on me, all blue and it's early
Got fifty on me with a switch conversion
Can't never fake pay, a cross you just to purge you
Bitch, I'm the one, ain't no other way to word it
Big legend, I double, can't put on my jersey
Throwin' crosses like AI, three shooters like Curry
Put a tune on the truck, pull up drippin' and servin'
Show my mama four-hundred, she preachin' the sermon
The money the subject, I teach what I'm learnin'
Ain't no way over here, the bridges been burnt
F*ck these niggas for eternity, got rich 'cause I earned it
I sent money for Christmas, Thanksgivin' for turkeys
I promise I'm workin', won't pop no more perky's
Plus when I'm thirsty, my pop bend a circle
She got her a Benz and might get her a Birkin
See you with Chanel, they know everything workin'
Know it ain't perfect, but worth it, for certain
You know I'm gon' ride 'til they open the curtains
You know you was here when my pockets was hurtin'
I carry the load, fix all of the burdens
I'm cut like that, it ain't come from no surgery
Got all of this shit off workin' and servin'
Just rappin' this wordplay, trappin' since Thursday
First in the whole state, show you a whole thing
At the show with choppas with no aim
Hit one button, it emptied the whole thing
When he get on the yo, what he gon' claim?
I came straight out the Trick, I had no name
When you come from the bottom, it's yo' game
Come from ramen and crackers to lo mein

Hey, pray to the Lord, my soul to keep
Hustle and sleep, we all gon' eat
Got two for the one and one for the freak
They take away plates, then how you gon' eat?
They know where you live, then how you gon' sleep?
How you gon' creep? Nigga, how you gon' beef?
Tryna be some shit that you probably won't be

Hey, pray to the Lord, my soul to keep
Hustle and sleep, we all gon' eat
Got two for the one and one for the freak
They take away plates, then how you gon' eat?
They know where you live, then how you gon' sleep?
How you gon' creep? Nigga, how you gon' beef?
Tryna be some shit that you probably won't be
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Hey (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)
Hey
Hey
Yeah, I put up all half
(Pablo go crazy for this motherf*cker)
BigWalkDog
Hey
Hey
Ha
Hey

"Protect me from evil," that's why I say to this heater
Every time I leave the house, how I know if you need it?
Knowin' you really don't need it, just wanna see me give it out (huh?)
I bet the bank I got different amounts
I put a Patek into my accounts
The bigger the risk, the bigger the house
The bigger the fool, the figure it out

Hey, I'm lookin' up, got my head in the clouds
Hopin' they watchin' the ground
When I do a show, ain't no use to them pattin' me down
New poppin' with thirty some rounds
Might get me a pop and a deuce, then I dirty some down
He a lick 'cause they heard he got pounds
Go do a show, then I prolly go shoot back to the town
Told my cousin to short me one down
Got it right out the mud, I prolly couldn't walk through a flood
2011, mix water with blood, had to see what it was
You prolly see what it does, 'cause the streets ain't got no more love
I show my diamond to both of the judges
They want the choppas, I really wasn't budgin'
Ain't talkin' 'bout time, but that been out the question
Had done showed my status, they got off the subject
Like, f*ck it, might turn to a Christian while dodgin' these bullets
Only see money, he died for the hustle
Don't know want another, won't die for eachother
I been told my mama I'd die for my brother
He talk how I talk, he touch six figure early
A six figure jury, a pot of detergent
I had to go get me some money, it was urgent
Can't say you were walkin', you ain't hop out Suburban
They know that I'm that nigga, ain't gotta be worried
Gon' stay in they lane, they ain't gotta be tourin'
Got fifty on me, all blue and it's early
Got fifty on me with a switch conversion
Can't never fake pay, a cross you just to purge you
Bitch, I'm the one, ain't no other way to word it
Big legend, I double, can't put on my jersey
Throwin' crosses like AI, three shooters like Curry
Put a tune on the truck, pull up drippin' and servin'
Show my mama four-hundred, she preachin' the sermon
The money the subject, I teach what I'm learnin'
Ain't no way over here, the bridges been burnt
F*ck these niggas for eternity, got rich 'cause I earned it
I sent money for Christmas, Thanksgivin' for turkeys
I promise I'm workin', won't pop no more perky's
Plus when I'm thirsty, my pop bend a circle
She got her a Benz and might get her a Birkin
See you with Chanel, they know everything workin'
Know it ain't perfect, but worth it, for certain
You know I'm gon' ride 'til they open the curtains
You know you was here when my pockets was hurtin'
I carry the load, fix all of the burdens
I'm cut like that, it ain't come from no surgery
Got all of this shit off workin' and servin'
Just rappin' this wordplay, trappin' since Thursday
First in the whole state, show you a whole thing
At the show with choppas with no aim
Hit one button, it emptied the whole thing
When he get on the yo, what he gon' claim?
I came straight out the Trick, I had no name
When you come from the bottom, it's yo' game
Come from ramen and crackers to lo mein

Hey, pray to the Lord, my soul to keep
Hustle and sleep, we all gon' eat
Got two for the one and one for the freak
They take away plates, then how you gon' eat?
They know where you live, then how you gon' sleep?
How you gon' creep? Nigga, how you gon' beef?
Tryna be some shit that you probably won't be

Hey, pray to the Lord, my soul to keep
Hustle and sleep, we all gon' eat
Got two for the one and one for the freak
They take away plates, then how you gon' eat?
They know where you live, then how you gon' sleep?
How you gon' creep? Nigga, how you gon' beef?
Tryna be some shit that you probably won't be
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Writer: Dajour Walker, Donovan Hardie, Harry Potter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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