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walmart - durkalini lyrics

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[verse]
i’m the pillionaire b*tch
come and join my cult
i’m the type a n*gga walk past hoes
they turn around emote
had to take them diamonds out my ear
sh*t d*mn near ripped my lobe
every time i speak i ruffle feathers
n*ggas got emotions
i’m at the money service
in the walmart with associates
i was in the streets
and now i’m f*ckin with the culprit
i was selling __
and now i’m f*ckin with the corporate
i won’t get no apartment
my next deal i’ll pay a mortgage
h*e*b these bags
i mean my sh*t came with assortments
i’m not f*ckin with no regular b*tch
i always got a dora
if i was born back in the 70’s
i’d be suit and tie fedora
no matter how mad or how upset she get
she call me in the morning
i thank the lord how blessed i am
then go and get some more..
i thank the lord how fresh i am
i always put it on
this b*tch name not mercedes
but she tryna give me dome
how the f*ck did soulja boy turn to a k!ller in his 30s
i can’t solve that equation
but that sh*t dead got me worried
my b*tch will take your money
cause you’re weak and she’s assertive
they only like the rapper
they not f*ckin with the person (d*mn)
i got love in my cup
and i got drugs in my body
my baby girl collect that time
they send her that deposit
i’m running red lights
i’m mashin’ out they tried to stop it
i hit the interstate and nearest exit then i’m parking
i’m a project baby i grew up like gold demarcus
on the road from utah to new york then back to hartford
flights to l*a*x inside a __ then __
baby i’m just loungin’ right now
i ain’t tryna hunch ya
when you find out they ungrateful
that sh*t there’ll turn ya stomach
if it’s a problem i’m gone ask you
i’m not making no assumptions
if i was trapping in 2000 razor bag my motorola
if i was rapping in 2000 right now i would be a mogul
my pops he was the joker
guess the church the baby joker
i been trying to keep my calm today
i’m keeping up commotion
my baby got new lingerie
my calendar she posing
these n*ggas get new guns today
they squeeze them and they post them
then call everybody the police
when they the ones the police
[outro]

- durkalini lyrics

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