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walk in my shoes (original) - lil yachty lyrics

bang, bang
bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
bang, bang
bang, bang, bang, bang
go
these p*ssies couldn’t step in my shoes
so what’s the problem
stomping n*ggas out
give me bl**dy bottoms
n*gga want to smoke
n*gga want a problem
we don’t fight fair
we resolve your problems
i’m peter piper with the pistol
i’m the mr
man with a missile
b*tch, i’m jack frost with the crystal
let it blow like a whistle

let it blow
d*mn
let it blow
i’m on your head like the brush with the bristles
all my dogs ride, right or wrong
act first, speak later, that’s the code i’m on
i sh*t on b*tches who think they be doing somethin’
i pity thеse n*ggas who ain’t getting none
too much monеy in the world to be on someone couch
i can show you how i make the million overnight, just word to mouth
ah
ah
i’m on the block like a l!ck store
asking my bro what the l!ck for
f*ckin’ this b*tch, f*ckin’ this b*tch
i had to see what it’s hittin’ on
i got the paint all in the cupboard
sh*t, catch me when i’m sittin’ on it
these p*ssies couldn’t step in my shoes
so what’s the problem
stomping n*ggas out
give me bl**dy bottoms
n*gga want to smoke
n*gga want a problem
we don’t fight fair
we resolve your problems
i’m peter piper with the pistol

i’m the mr
man with a missile
yeah, yeah, yeah
b*tch, i’m jack frost with the crystal
let it blow like a whistle
when i left the block it was hot, hot, hot
i was selling rocks by my socks, by my socks
now i pull the stupid off lot, off lot
i just put the ceiling in the pot, in the pot
shawty couldn’t fit me in the box, in the box
fall back, better eat the c*ck
better eat the c*ck
we’ll smoke your ass straight or not, straight or not
too many hoes but i wasn’t hitting ’em back
used to wrap my wrist in lays
baby, you gon’ suck my d*ck or not
face down like it’s slayin’
these p*ssies couldn’t step in my shoes
so what’s the problem
stomping n*ggas out
give me bl**dy bottoms
n*gga want to smoke
n*gga want a problem
we don’t fight fair
we resolve your problems
i’m peter piper with the pistol
i’m the mr
man with a missile

b*tch, i’m jack frost with the crystal
ice
let it blow like a whistle
let it blow

- lil yachty lyrics

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