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talk different - wavy da ghawd lyrics

[verse 1: eddie kaine]
walkers. it’s kane. uh*huh

yo, we talk different, walk different, you won’t understand this sh*t
this ain’t just no camera sh*t this ain’t for no glamour glitz
we really out here getting it
round table meeting with the bosses and my team and sh*t
this who i be scheming with, plotting i know they watching, n*gga, it’s kane. it’s a victory, like puff when he ran in the rain
bust rhymes, bust sales, still got the same scale
we can’t fail and walk on tracks like treadmills
catch steel if you play by my dough got a moonlight glow
run with wolves, but you knew that though
you can see me how you see me, i ain’t hard to be found
i’m in the jungle, still holding sh*t down the block proud
this ain’t day, lil’ n*gga, this easy
i’m a veteran, that’s why i be talking all greasy
the whole crew k!ll sh*t hit the k!ll switch
i don’t see no combat at all, and that’s just real sh*t

[verse 2:rome streetz]
family and fortune, fame the least important
cooking like walter white, so i’m eating often
it all came together naturally, nothing we forcing
we all kings, can’t f*ck with this wolf thing
if rap was ball, i’m lebron with a spalding
rob peter never pay paul, we taking all things
these n*ggas lacking style i got fiends passing out from half a valve
i crack your brow like pacquiao
swinging overheads and uppercuts f*ck love and l*st
i need the bucks i quadruple the triple up
i’m tripping up you two left feet n*ggas
can’t f*ck with me and my team we making plays like flea fl!cker
ash and mad reef on your cd picture
been a bad b*tch is over on the b & b kitchen fixture
no n*ggas spitting sicker, that’s truth
aim at your roof and let it fly like i opened a pigeon coop
whole salute to dope and spitting voltage on your digital
this medicinal like ginger root
you p*wns and peons get p*ssed on, i injure you
we nothing identical you frauds bow down, this the living proof
[verse 3:spoda]
yo, we the truth, my whole squadron cl!cking
say that, this the big payback i had to charge them interest
don’t talk to me if you ain’t talking cheese i handle bars
like the white boys at the x games, but i’m more extreme
the more fire, the product, the more they fiend
i’m in the lab like a mad chemist i’m good on these n*ggas, they bad business emotional plus, they vispy tacky
i give them smoke ’till they choke i been dope, they been frauds
remind me of b*tches, they should’ve been some broads
i got drive like i whipped a car and ain’t a clique that is sick as ours
them gold trophies got sh*t in the frenzy though
i’m sick, we bought my benjis though
eyes, blood, shot off the gassery most these n*ggas is ass to me
i’ve been lapping the comp, how they passing me
and yeah, the walkers roster is at it’s capacity
them bullets hot, burn you n*ggas like some calories
i walk on beats casually
these n*ggas ain’t even averaging, that’s sad to me
don’t be mad at me

- wavy da ghawd lyrics

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