Lyrics

You see ill bring the coldest hook And ill bring an array of books Then I'll slap em' and leave em' shook Then I'm whackin' I made you look You don't know what it fuckin took I'm young Wally the fuckin' crook You can't see me I'll say I snook And I'm wakin' up in the booth I been conjurin' up the truth You can't be me, I'm fuckin loose And I'm callin' the local looney I'm sayin' my thoughts are tuning I'm changing and fuckin' hatin' I'm barely dodgin' probation I need me another Haitian To take her back to my place in Show her legs, arms, knees, couple trees While she riding me I swear to god the fuckin flow Can bring you down to fightin' me I never meant to hurt you But these bars you see i'm writin' these I bring hypothesis And fuck yo' bitch cause' I just pop on these And I don't give a fuck if you just wanna hear me See I'm just WallyC coolin' wit' my best friends goonin' Lyrically I pop off because I'm just foolin' Now I'm fuckin' rappin' of the top just droolin' Cause I'm not gonna put a second verse this shit uh
Writer(s): Conor Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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