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lirik lagu can’t walk – ​​​​iayze

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[intro]
aye, b*tch, go (aye, aye, b*tch, go)
aye, b*tch, go (real murdaworth sh*t)
real murdaworth sh*t, aye (real murdaworth sh*t, b*tch)
i say, i just spilled my tech, b*tch, i’ll be p*ssed if that was wok (aye, ugh, wok)
aye, go
i just spilled my tech, b*tch, i’ll be p*ssed if that was wok (ugh, p*ssed if that was wok, b*tch)
aye, b*tch, aye, aye

[chorus]
he looking for problems, b*tch, i’m looking for opps to smoke
b*tch, i’m two deep in that four door, and it’s smoke to go
broke ass opp in a motel, shoot up the rooms to go
f*ck that b*tch on a king bed, this b*tch said she got it from rooms to go
slide through the murda and do a hit, b*tch, on rufe snow
i can get that boy knocked off, just gotta call cujo
pockets so fat, like d*mn, like them b*tches sumo
he looking for problems, b*tch, i’m looking for opps to smoke
[verse]
finna pop out, b*tch, get active, grab my glock and go
i like making sure the gang eat, b*tch, i don’t hate on my bros
i don’t like it when the opps die, i like to shoot at my foes
i be hanging with my boo babys, and they throwing up four’s
i like getting to the money, b*tch, i don’t like f*cking hoes
i got a perc before i hit a l!ck, cause anything could go
that n*gga a p*ssy repellent, he keep on beating his hoes
b*tch, i’ll kick the door, i don’t need a glock, i’ll flush my opp
hit a sales pitch to the junkie, i’m like, “this sh*t good, anything can box”
i just spilled my hi*tech, would’ve been p*ssed if that was wok
i be high out my mind, i be on perc’s, i can’t even walk
busy gettin’ high with the birds, i be like, “text me, i can’t talk”

[bridge]
b*tch, aye, i be like, “text me, i can’t talk”
busy gettin’ high with the birds, i be like, “text me, i can’t talk”, b*tch
aye, been p*ssed if that was wok
i just spilled my tech, i would’ve been p*ssed if that was wok

[chorus]
he looking for problems, b*tch, i’m looking for opps to smoke
b*tch, i’m two deep in that four door, and it’s smoke to go
broke ass opp in a motel, shoot up the rooms to go
f*ck that b*tch on a king bed, this b*tch said she got it from rooms to go
slide through the murda and do a hit, b*tch, on rufe snow
i can get that boy knocked off, just gotta call cujo
pockets so fat, like d*mn, like them b*tches sumo
he looking for problems, b*tch, i’m looking for opps to smoke
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