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Walking Dead Lyrics - Artist : Lil Berete
They came and took my last
Friendship had a crash I started seein' cash, but I'd never seen the cane With shit locked to my leg Now chain long on my neck Forever stay the same, I would never keep upset A lotta people talkin' 'cause they want my head Want my head, I know they want my head Stab me in the back, I be walking dead Walking dead, like I'm walking dead Hustle all night, and the cops don't care Cops don't care, I was like, the cops don't care She started losin' feelings for her nigga over there Left one here, she left one there Girl, you should've known, never get attached She gon' keep ridin' while I pedaling, I crash Cop a lot for a nigga, I be forgettin' 'bout the past I never had a dream so I'm gon' treat it like my last My dawg, he doin' time, he tried to ride out with no mask Barely gettin' food, I know it's hard for him to fast I love all my soldiers so I got a big fam Live the life, I'm comin', I'll never see that jail again A got tighter time for niggas, I don't see a gang So I got write this letter for the hopes I see again Bitch, do the choppers, gon' be sittin' like the pen I do what I want, it's not my problem, I don't strays, days When I hit the block up, my Glock fade up or lit Also got some gloves on so I don't leave a trace Walkin' with some shots that could put you in the grave My brother, he got caught already, no numbers on his cage They came and took my last Friendship had a crash I started seein' cash, but I'd never seen the cane With shit locked to my leg Now chain long on my neck Forever stay the same, no, I would never keep upset, no A lotta people talkin' 'cause they want my head Want my head, I know they want my head Stab me in the back, I be walking dead Walking dead, like I'm walking dead Hustle all night, and the cops don't care Cops don't care, I was like, the cops don't care She started losin' feelings for her nigga over there Left one here, she left one there She left one here, I told her, she ain't comin' back Every other week she ask me, "Where my money at?" Respect don't be, but I can't trust her soul at all Pour her a drink, that lady, then I took her to the fall About a check would be, throw that ass on me She sexy, clean, keep her lil's on fleet But, like, he's my brother so you know we got fees Stay there out the radar so my cases keepin' clean Keep those chops gangsta like I did for Japanese Almost sliced them, out for niggas be greedy I know she was hot, I gotta keep my mouth easy I get too much nightmares, every night I want sleepy Told her, I can hit it right if she keep it on the repeat Told her, yeah, I'm livin' right, come to bedroom, it's like cheat sheet Kill her for the night and she told me dig it deep, deep And if I hit her right, she gon' tell her friends about me A lotta people talkin' 'cause they want my head Want my head, I know they want my head Stab me in the back, I be walking dead Walking dead, like I'm walking dead Hustle all night, and the cops don't care Cops don't care, I was like, the cops don't care She started losin' feelings for her nigga over there Left one here, she left one there |
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