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Uhhh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, gentle beats, uh, uh, c'mon, it's a walkathon, whoa, yeah, 20 before noon I bet I get a done If you don't hear the c'mon before the verse, then its a average song Lock eyes with me, she fell in love, want me to take her home Pull up in that shit it's bulletproof, finesse is here, raise the roof My lil' bro hot head he can't chill, piss him off and he gon' shoot I put in overtime to win cause I'm a winner, I can't lose Only fly bitches, she gotta put it on to match my mood Yeah, Ion talk a lot, yeah, but this a walkathon, they know I walk a lot C'mon c'mon we only worried about pape that's what we talkin' bout Circle the spot like three times, you know I gotta feel it out Payin' attention to my whereabouts Yeah, I feel like baby, take a pretty girl and give her what she want I'm 6'5 in real life dunk on a nigga like I'm Bron And I stack my money tall, look like Hakeem Olajuwon And this shit super fast, you blink twice and then I'm gone Real pretty bitch, and she got a stripper body But I like my skinny bitches too cause they know how to ride it Tellin' me she got a I.U.D., want me to come inside it Brody don't even play, he swing the pole, get up with anybody Kicked her out the spot, she takin' pics, I don't do paparazzi Load the beat up, fire up the blunt, bet I go kamikaze Bad bitch make her start seein' things, I'm feeling like Itachi We can't chop it up or kick it nigga, this shit is not karate Fine bitch, her body look good, she said she do pilates Niggas tryna stab me in my back, won't let em walk behind me Never fuckin' off, we got more tools than an O'Reilly The way I pop my shit, I get them mad, they say I'm actin' cocky uh, c'mon, it's a walkathon, yeah, 20 before noon I bet I get a done If you don't hear the c'mon before the verse, then its a average song Lock eyes with me, she fell in love, want me to take her home Pull up in that shit it's bulletproof, finesse is here, raise the roof My lil' bro hot head he can't chill, piss him off and he gon' shoot I put in overtime to win cause I'm a winner, I can't lose Only fly bitches, she gotta put it on to match my mood Yeah, Ion talk a lot, yeah, but this a walkathon, they know I walk a lot C'mon cmon we only worried about pape that's what we talkin' bout Circle the spot like three times, you know I gotta feel it out Payin' attention to my whereabouts
Writer(s): A'jon Simms Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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