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wok n' dead - otm lyrics

[chorus]
wok n’ red got me walkin dead
money on who? n*gga place the bet
the streets want him cuz they know he ain’t breakin bread
he don’t really want no problems he just sending texts
wok n’ red got me walkin’ dead
the streets want him cuz they know he ain’t breakin bread

[pesos]
wok n’ red got me walkin dead
sendin b*tches no sir i won’t fall for that
big dog i just flipped over a german shepherd
floatin high as f*ck on cloud 9 man this percy hittin
i just served a n*gga blood all on the furniture
black belt with the chopstick, yea i earned it bro
he off that robitussin, n*ggas ain’t pourin nothin
i see the police comin’, zoom off of one b*tton

sport plus come in clutch
starin like you want problem we’ll shoot off mean mugs
i make more than you lil bro, let’s compare our incomes
i had to part ways but never will i ever cut my whiskers
always askin for a handout that’s a broke n*gga symptom
i could feel it in my gut n*ggas snakes they wanna chip me
and fosurely they regret it but they never get no sympathy
223 762’s he was meant for these
[chorus]
wok n’ red got me walkin’ dead
money on who? n*gga place the bet
the streets want him cuz they know he ain’t breakin bread
he don’t really want no problems he just sending texts
wok n’ red got me walkin’ dead
the streets want him cuz they know he ain’t breakin bread

[duffy]
i just turned his block into the walkin’ dead
stretch him out, somebody make his bed
it’s an awful lot sh*lls these for macho man
it’s an awful lot of mud and blowers on my nightstand
the sh*t i say be goin over head
what’s up in neiman marcus bag it’ll crack your head
why this old n*gga talkin he ain’t take his meds
just dropped 30 off at rami n*ggas mad we bled

had to cut some n*ggas off
off the mussle i’m 2greedy still at heart
for these diamonds on me, i’ll do a n*gga like bart
it’s a target on my back, i’m bl!cked up at walmart
this sh*t regular, sh*t just got janky i ain’t break a sweat
put my youngin’s in that rental told them “break a leg”
choppa make him go “uh” call it s*xy red
smoke with us? he must be special ed
[chorus]
wok n’ red got me walkin dead
money on who? n*gga place the bet
the streets want him cuz they know he ain’t breakin bread
he don’t really want no problems he just sending texts
wok n’ red got me walkin dead
the streets want him cuz they know he ain’t breakin bread

- otm lyrics

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