WALK! (Explicit) - LOVE SEPT./BVDLVD/HEN$HAW/V.Ri

Lyrics by：Josh Pearman/Callum Richard Henshaw/Isaac-Murray Harrison

Composed by：Jordan Connor Hall

I might take a walk but I'm so lean uh

I can't feel the floor beneath

My feet simple sippin' double cups

Thats my cuppa tea

If you ain't the following then

Why you chatting grease uh

My B my G my P my D my gray mine mine mine

Uh it's all about me yuh so why you chatting

Heard your crew say that I'm mother f**kin' cattin'

No meow uh

Just some p***ys on the mother f**kin' prowl yuh

Rap like a rookie and I'm mother f**kin' proud yuh

Ain't got a clue how this mother f**kin' sounds yuh

How this mother f**king sounds yuh

When I rap like that

Trap like that pull up on my

B***h and slap that back that's

A smack like your dad when you

Got clapped right on the naughty step naughty

Naughty little prick naughty

Naughty little s**t uh yeah

Woah f**k it

I'm not living I'mma run it on my

Own running it 'cus I'm wanted 'cus

I'm f**kin' up my soul tell 'em

When I'm ready 'cus these bills are up in rolls

Said it out of take

You should take a walk

F**k I might change but it still look like me

Friends come and go but the goal still remain

They don't know s**t but I keep f**king sane

I'mma go up and I pray for my sins

This what you call armageddon

Henny a felon I pull up and swing

On the street like it's tekken

My mind is weapon

It's me that they dreading

I pull of on your it's a

Public beheading you better

Tell 'em I'm repping is and head

Heading anyone talking that s**t

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I got split personality so p***y boy take your pick

Dem man are pricks

Don't want the smoke

B***h in the back and I'm f**king her throat

His ain't a joke

Rocking the boat

Pray the fakes drown and the real stay afloat

The moment has come you be feeling the panic

My eyes glow red and eyes looking manic

You be on twitter acting like the baddest

But you left the hood like your 21 savage

Henny the baddest

F**k all them pricks cuh them pricks be the saddest

Man best run cuh them man get banished

Do it like the magic the way that man vanish

Yo f**k 'em

Don't love 'em

Won't cuff 'em

F**k the discussion

Man are just bussin'

F**k all the jakes with their cuffs

And truncheons man I leave dem running running

Running running

Running running running