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walk 'em down - crazii da don & tesie brown lyrics

[intro: crazii da don]
(jai beats on the track, boy)
when they gettin’ it out the mud, it can be hard some—
sometimes in my life
gettin’ it out the mud, i know it’s—
get it out the— out the—
gettin’ it out the—
yeah

[chorus: crazii da don]
i know gettin’ it out the mud, it get hard sometimes (it get hard sometimes)
some of us scam, some of us rob
and some of us’ll k!ll for it, yeah, yeah (some of us’ll k!ll for it)
yeah, yeah, yeah
and it don’t matter how we do it, but we gotta feed them kids, boy (we gotta feed them mothеrf*ckin’ babies)
boy, boy, boy, boy
it don’t matter how we do it
but, my n*gga, you gotta stay down (stay down)
put it up, don’t blow it all
no drivе*by, walk him down
let the chopper knock the man out him, ayy, yeah
[verse 1: crazii da don]
they say this sh*t illegal, huh, sh*t, what’s illegal?
for a young black man to be in the hood sellin’ anything to provide for his people (d*mn, woo)
i up this b*tch fast in your face
you wanna play, n*ggas out here dyin’ for no reason (woo)
you can leave in a sh*tbag or a casket, make him disappear like magic
i already took four, i just asked god, “could you please forgive me?”

[verse 2: ceo trayle]
ayy, i been gettin’ it out the mud and a million*dollar plug
she don’t wanna date no scrub, got her own money
pop my sh*t, the sh*t i be sayin’ is so funny
she laugh at everything, mary jane, my own bud
you can’t get in my car with no buddies
just might kick in your door with no knockin’
you can call me backdoor c4 or prada papi
trackhawk, no kawasaki
got a pocket full of broccoli
ayy, he’s a guap chaser, he chase guap all day
we was just in hallways
never leave my brothers always
n*ggas thought they would be richer than the kid, now they all days
it’s amiri jeans or balmain
he a p*ssy n*gga, false claim, bet that
[chorus: crazii da don]
i know gettin’ it out the mud, it get hard sometimes (it get hard sometimes)
some of us scam, some of us rob
and some of us’ll k!ll for it, yeah, yeah (some of us’ll k!ll for it)
yeah, yeah, yeah
and it don’t matter how we do it, but we gotta feed them kids, boy (we gotta feed them motherf*ckin’ babies)
boy, boy, boy, boy
it don’t matter how we do it
but, my n*gga, you gotta stay down (stay down)
put it up, don’t blow it all
no drive*by, walk him down
let the chopper knock the man out him, ayy, yeah

[verse 3: tesie brown]
n*ggas say they with it, but they really not
we know real k!llers don’t leave witnesses
if i gotta k!ll, i won’t consider feelings
let off shots and all you hear is gears switching (skrrt)
heard what happened to the last n*gga snitching and you still (b*tch, you still snitchin’, talkin’)
you know you don’t belong, some people don’t fit in
you wrong for not just (you should, dippin’)
don’t you got kids? yeah, they gon’ miss you
and it don’t cost sh*t to keep it a brick (it don’t)
just take your lifestyle and switch, you wasn’t made for this sh*t
some people wasn’t able and we got forced to take risks
got off that porch to make a living
could’ve been died (could’ve), or in penitentiary
but i’m still livin’, survivin’ and sh*t
[chorus: crazii da don]
i know gettin’ it out the mud, it get hard sometimes (it get hard sometimes)
some of us scam, some of us rob
and some of us’ll k!ll for it, yeah, yeah (some of us’ll k!ll for it)
yeah, yeah, yeah
and it don’t matter how we do it, but we gotta feed them kids, boy (we gotta feed them motherf*ckin’ babies)
boy, boy, boy, boy
it don’t matter how we do it
but, my n*gga, you gotta stay down (stay down)
put it up, don’t blow it all
no drive*by, walk him down
let the chopper knock the man out him, ayy, yeah

- crazii da don tesie brown lyrics

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