Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
I got a tour manager that nigga owe me
But then I got money so I already know that it's cool
She want the rick and the bottega shoes
I got way too much green I get high in the booth
Man f*ck all they haters we tryna get money
I been told my mom I'm gon get outta school
I was sellin' out shows and I'll sell out the line
And I'm doin' the things that y'all wanna do
I just told my mom that I graduated
Yeah shoutout to my gang we gonna make it
I got out the line they stealin' my flow now all these niggas wan' copy
You cannot compare me lil nigga I'm already up you know you can't stop me
That lil bitch wanna pull up to my heart cause she know that she leavin
She gon' put that pussy all on park cause she know that I need it
I done caught that lil nigga sellin' fake cart And now that lil homie bleedin
I just shot that lil nigga in his nose And now that lil boy leakin
Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
Tell her that my wrist is chandelier-lier-lier
She fell in love with these diamonds like she fallin' in some tears
I been ballin' like a homie I been ballin' cavaliers
I told her man I'll do the same day next month and next year
Dollar bills on the floor but no you do not pick it up
She can't believe I don't got fifty bills No you can't make it up
Why am I not in the Holly Hills
Cause I'm too turned up off the bottom chasin' thrills
That lil bitch wanna pull up to my heart cause she know that she leavin
She gon' put that pussy all on park cause she know that I need it
I done caught that lil nigga sellin' fake cart And now that lil homie bleedin
I just shot that lil nigga in his nose And now that lil boy leakin
Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
Demigxd - Walk (feat. Malye) Lyrics
Demigxd - Walk (feat. Malye) Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
I got a tour manager that nigga owe me
But then I got money so I already know that it's cool
She want the rick and the bottega shoes
I got way too much green I get high in the booth
Man f*ck all they haters we tryna get money
I been told my mom I'm gon get outta school
I was sellin' out shows and I'll sell out the line
And I'm doin' the things that y'all wanna do
I just told my mom that I graduated
Yeah shoutout to my gang we gonna make it
I got out the line they stealin' my flow now all these niggas wan' copy
You cannot compare me lil nigga I'm already up you know you can't stop me
That lil bitch wanna pull up to my heart cause she know that she leavin
She gon' put that pussy all on park cause she know that I need it
I done caught that lil nigga sellin' fake cart And now that lil homie bleedin
I just shot that lil nigga in his nose And now that lil boy leakin
Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
Tell her that my wrist is chandelier-lier-lier
She fell in love with these diamonds like she fallin' in some tears
I been ballin' like a homie I been ballin' cavaliers
I told her man I'll do the same day next month and next year
Dollar bills on the floor but no you do not pick it up
She can't believe I don't got fifty bills No you can't make it up
Why am I not in the Holly Hills
Cause I'm too turned up off the bottom chasin' thrills
That lil bitch wanna pull up to my heart cause she know that she leavin
She gon' put that pussy all on park cause she know that I need it
I done caught that lil nigga sellin' fake cart And now that lil homie bleedin
I just shot that lil nigga in his nose And now that lil boy leakin
Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
I got a tour manager that nigga owe me
But then I got money so I already know that it's cool
She want the rick and the bottega shoes
I got way too much green I get high in the booth
Man f*ck all they haters we tryna get money
I been told my mom I'm gon get outta school
I was sellin' out shows and I'll sell out the line
And I'm doin' the things that y'all wanna do
I just told my mom that I graduated
Yeah shoutout to my gang we gonna make it
I got out the line they stealin' my flow now all these niggas wan' copy
You cannot compare me lil nigga I'm already up you know you can't stop me
That lil bitch wanna pull up to my heart cause she know that she leavin
She gon' put that pussy all on park cause she know that I need it
I done caught that lil nigga sellin' fake cart And now that lil homie bleedin
I just shot that lil nigga in his nose And now that lil boy leakin
Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
Tell her that my wrist is chandelier-lier-lier
She fell in love with these diamonds like she fallin' in some tears
I been ballin' like a homie I been ballin' cavaliers
I told her man I'll do the same day next month and next year
Dollar bills on the floor but no you do not pick it up
She can't believe I don't got fifty bills No you can't make it up
Why am I not in the Holly Hills
Cause I'm too turned up off the bottom chasin' thrills
That lil bitch wanna pull up to my heart cause she know that she leavin
She gon' put that pussy all on park cause she know that I need it
I done caught that lil nigga sellin' fake cart And now that lil homie bleedin
I just shot that lil nigga in his nose And now that lil boy leakin
Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
Make that lil bro walk walk walk walk
Walk walk walk walk
Dick gon' make her talk talk talk talk
Talk talk talk talk talk
Writer: Malachi Ray, Kalan Kepa
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid