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walk 'em down 8 - dustero, aaranx lyrics

intro:
yeah, yeah
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
chorus:
back in the game just like a menace
kickin’ them asses just like a tennis, man
with sh*t like i’m dennis man
cooking that sh*t like a frying pan
yeah i’m not feelin’ like dyin’ man
kick out the can i got the van, ayy
a hunnid some racks i do that attack
hit from the back do me some crack
point it may have attack man i got me a pack
yeah he said i’ma demon i won’t go to heaven
i be toppin’ that guy he was totally scared, ayy
verse one:
shot a b*tch man he turned a whole lotta red
i be that k!lla ain’t no playin’ i’ma leave a p*ssy dеad
i am untouchable i can’t be touched, tryna find mе finna find yo luck
yeah whole lotta racks whole lotta stacks hit her from the back we finna f*ck
to keep that buck yeah b*tch i don’t give a f*ck
i’ma legend with 8 glocks on me i have a hunnid a hunnid a hunnid a rack
sneak up on him shoot him from the back
let the b*tch blow i was pullin’ his card
1807 that was a murda, 7.62 can’t leave a witness
shootin’ at b*tches just like i’m brady
b*tch, hit him with the sh*t just like kobe
(aaron got that heat boy!)
on god!
chorus:
back in the game just like a menace
kickin’ them asses just like a tennis, man
with sh*t like i’m dennis man
cooking that sh*t like a frying pan
yeah i’m not feelin’ like dyin’ man
kick out the can i got the van, ayy
a hunnid some racks i do that attack
hit from the back do me some crack
point it may have attack man i got me a pack
yeah he said i’ma demon i won’t go to heaven
i be toppin’ that guy he was totally scared, ayy
verse two:
shot a b*tch, man, who turned a whole lotta red
perc’s got me itchin’ like the bugs in the bed
daddy said what, b*tch you heard what i said
extended clip long as a b*tch who was dead
while dissin’ on me leave you in a ditch
i say, don’t ask to do a hit on a scooter just like mabu
b*tch you be f*cked, boy
b*tch you been clout, clout
24 k’s got k on k’s, b*tches wanna see, make ‘em watch
said he want smoke, but i wanna smoke
stole my gun, i’ma make him choke
stole my money, finna make him broke
flashin’ lights, he had a stroke
mabu a nerd and a mo’f*ckin’ b*tch
f*ck his mom and then f*ck his b*tch
24 shots came with my bl!ck
he got a plan, i got a trick
sneak up on him, stab him in the back
let the b*tch blow, 1807 that was a murda
shooting at b*tches can’t leave a witness
yeah, put him in his shirt put him in the dirt
runnin’ through b*tches more than these p*ssies do
i got them choppa with choppas, spin on the block, wipin’ yo nose
i was on stage with the strab at my show, play i’ma pro, put a tag on yo toe
run a b*tch up send him straight to the docta
two bullet in his chest make the f*ckin’ b*tch holla
i’m a f*ckin’ goat, b*tch, you can’t deny it
just bought a new gun but i gotta collect
b*tch i shot up the motherf*in’ church
and i don’t f*ck with the rat
she say i’ma b*tch, b*tch you a hoe
chorus:
back in the game just like a menace
kickin’ them asses just like a tennis, man
with sh*t like i’m dennis man
cooking that sh*t like a frying pan
yeah i’m not feelin’ like dyin’ man
kick out the can i got the van, ayy
a hunnid some racks i do that attack
hit from the back do me some crack
point it may have attack man i got me a pack
yeah he said i’ma demon i won’t go to heaven
i be toppin’ that guy he was totally scared, ayy
outro:
i wanna just o for the percs k!lling me, foe
if i see his hoe i’ma f*ck on the hoe
if i see the b*tch this that walk ‘em down, b*tch
fa fa fa fa, hold on, fa fa fa
fa fa fa fa, hold on, fa fa fa
fa fa fa fa, hold on, fa fa fa
fa fa fa fa, hold on, fa fa fa
fa fa fa fa, hold on, fa fa fa
yeah, yeah yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hold on
what?
yeah, yeah, yeah
hold on, what? yeah

- dustero aaranx lyrics

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