Walking Lick Lyrics / Paroles
Quiet? No I can't be quiet
Shit, every time I talk that's Brick Fam. Holiday!
That's 185 right there
Yo Gucc! I know you got like 10 birds when we walk in the club nigga
You know what it is - Trap Back baby! The streets is hungry
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
80 grand in my Robin jeans
It's hot outside, but I'm coolin it
Top on down but I'm losing it
Mind gone with a foreign chick
With a Tech-9 with a cooling kit
Gucci shoes, no shoe-strings
Shit, every word means two things
So the white girl is my boo Shane
And I don't like to see no new faces
Cause I don't like to learn no new names
I go to sleep in foreign places
Wake up, count big faces
Stuff cash in suitcases, pillowcases.. I'm two faced!
I'm a walking lick, I'm a talking brick, I'm talking shit
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Millionaire with Trues on in a stash house with shoes on
Put a million dollars in my new home
And a quarter million in my trap house
Put a half a mil in your bank account
Nigga, serve dope in my zone
Cooking the work with no gloves on
So the junkies can get they grub on
My OG with capital letters
On Capital Ave. with white leathers
In a 68 Camero, no top on, I'm put together
I got salt and pepper, no Cinderella
Stupid cheese, that's Mozerella
Bust em open, put em back together
Then sell them to you, ahead of schdule
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
I heard a price tag on my head! (Flocka!)
I'm a walking lick!
? roadkill, my niggas they so for real
20 minutes from my hood, I don't need no house on the hill!
? your mama better Rent-A-Wheel
She gon get ugly, my youngest pop about two pills
Where them niggas before and with this record deal
Me and Gucci Mane, bitch, we hard to kill..
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