Dead Man Walking (feat. Chan)
Zayin Adonai
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Let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go Huh, she want the oxycodone, I just want the oxygen She keep on flodgin' on me, told lil' hoe to watch it then She want the oxycodone, I just want the oxygen 387, we buss at his head with a Draco, I bet that lil' boy hit the floor You f*ck with my niggas and you cross the line, we gon' pull up broad daylight to knock on your door My niggas is hard to decode, we're talkin' bout futures, ain't no tellin' what's in for show And if it ain't about the dough, I'ma get high, get to choppin' and make you go low A nigga ain't never been slow, we're talkin' bout tracks, been on that since before you can know Try to do me like a hoe, them martians pull up late at night and then put on a show And yeah, most you niggas should know, she on the dick late at night, it look sum' like a pro Remember I had me a fro, but now the young nigga got twists and she said that it go The gas desire the smoke, please let me know how y'all tryin' to go Please do not treat the young nigga like hoe, I'm pullin' up, UFO Out of space, bitch hoe, where you wanna go Them martians forever, we lettin' them know Huh, she want the oxycodone, I just want the oxygen She keep on flodgin' on me, told lil' hoe to watch it then She want the oxycodone, I just want the oxygen Seen a dead man walkin', he walkin' to the store Know he won't start talkin', or we gon' let him blow 387, we buss at his head with a Draco, I bet that lil' boy hit the floor You f*ck with my niggas and you cross the line, we gon' pull up broad daylight to knock on your door I guess that it's time that I flex My bag is filled up with my dimes and my checks I'm shootin' ten for ten, don't have time for rest KC I'm the best, don't lie, just confess Don't float with the butterflies, glide with the jets I'm GOAT to these other guys, askin' what's next I sail to the other side, checkin' my texts I dance on the waves and I slide on the deck Better duck your head, cause I'm comin' for y'all necks Know I'm movin' smarter like I'm always takin' tests Call my old fling, cause I wanna fire head But my new fling mad, cause I'm chillin' with my ex And I gotta move tactical, I'm always playin' chess I don't have no limits on me, got it tatted on my chest And my flow a pure flex, my true talent is suppressed Oxycodone and that oxygen, I ask that girl what's next 387, we buss at his head with a Draco, I bet that lil' boy at the floor You f*ck with my niggas, then you cross the line, we gon' pull up broad daylight to knock on your door 387, we bustin' his head with a Draco, I bet that lil' boy at the floor You f*ck with my niggas, then you cross the line, we gon' pull up broad daylight to knock on your door Seen a dead man walkin', he walkin' to the store Know he won't start talkin', or we gon' let him blow Seen a dead man walkin', he walkin' to the store Know he won't start talkin', or we gon' let him blow
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