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wockhardt - houdini lyrics

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[intro]
walk with my cup and i walk with a limp (yeah uh)
e’yeah (yeah yeah)
uh*uh
yeah (uh) gang

[chorus]
walk with my cup and i walk with a limp
and i’ve been trapping since a kid
pour one for deuce and i pour one for trip
they making bands from making nif
you ain’t making money, i don’t want to hear it
foreign wheels and i’ma steer it
i’ll make it back if i’ma spend it
and if she bad, i’m on the deli
who that hot sh*t, yeah you felt with
all that ice, i have ‘em melted
most my n*ggas, they some felons
and they giving me some credit
how you doin’ it independent? and they tell me that i’m better
she got a dope boy fetish
the minute sh*t in, i’ma need a paramedic

[verse]
i need a m, make it a double
and no straps in this tunnel
on the block, that’s the gutter
where i was living with my mother
it gets crazy in the summer
it the trap with gun*lovers
h*llo birdie, burring feathers
and i’m on the herb, and it ain’t even working

pay two thousand for a sweater
free my bros, why’d they let us
take three bands for my tailor
i’m off still, can’t still
that b*tch swelled up, she get filled up
i’m in the trap, i ain’t doing the drugs
call me a provider

that lil’ b*tch she so sweet, want to know why she hyper
glizzy got a red beam, call that sh*t cyclops
i’m gonna hide where i have a key, and that sh*t no favour
most that sh*t was for a neek and it got crushed up
now i’m living so neat and they pay for features
thousand*dollar diamonds all up on my feet, balenciaga’s
don’t need any security guard, keep me a wassa
and rolling with a glock up, probably nonstop

[chorus]
walk with my cup and i walk with a limp
and i’ve been trapping since a kid
pour one for deuce and i pour one for trip
they making bands, from making nif
you ain’t making money, i don’t want to hear it
foreign wheels and i’ma steer it
i’ll make it back if i’ma spend it
and if she bad, i’m on the deli
who that hot sh*t, yeah you felt with
all that ice, i have ‘em melted
most my n*ggas, they some felons
and they giving me some credit
how you doin’ it independent? and they tell me that i’m better
she got a dope boy fetish
the minute sh*t in, i’ma need a paramedic

[outro]
need a paramedic (x5)
got a dope boy fetish
yeah ay (x2)
got a dope boy fetish
she got a dope boy fetish
got a dope boy fetish

- houdini lyrics

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