Gucci Mane - Walking Lick ft. Waka Flocka lyrics

rate me

Quiet

No man, I can't be quiet

Shit every time I talk that's brig fair

Holiday season bitch

Holiday

See that's twenty eight five right there ha ha

Mike Will made it

Yo Gucci

I know you looking like bout ten burns

We walk in the club nigga

You know this

Holiday season

Trap back baby

The streets is hungry

Let's go

I let it grind in my ride

Them G's is out of side but I'm cooling it

Top on up but I'm losing it

Mike going with a foreign chick

Would've taken off with a cooling key

Had a black ging with wings on him

Gucci shoes and no shoes strings

So everywhere mean two things

So the white girl is my boo thing

Cause all come in due time

I'm gonna drop head at the blue fline

And I don't wanna see no loot fishes

Cause I don't want to line no new names

I go to sleep in foreign places

When wake up count big faces

Stuff cash in suitcases

Fill the cases I'm two faces

I'm a walking lick

I'ma a talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Millionaire with true zone

I'm a stash house with shoes on

Put a million dollars in my new home

And a quarter million in my trap house

Put a half of mill in your bank account

You can serve dope in my zone

Cooking to work with no gloves on

So the jocks can get that grub on

I'm a OG with a couple of numbers

Don't cover the air with white leather

Gon assist your eight come by a run

No telephone, I'm put together

Look I saw the pimp and no Cinderella

Stu the cheese they're mozzarella

Bust'em open, put them back together

They sell it to you I have a share

I'm a walking lick

I'ma a talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

I heat the place hang on my head

I'm a walking lick

Nigga come and try

You gon end up dead bitch

Butsing it uh huh you're road kill

My nigga they so for real

Twenty minutes for a hunt

I don't need no house on the hill

Spank

Reason for my tent

Your mama better ride some wheel

She gon get under my youngest part bout two pills

Real nigga before and with this record deal

Million Gucci Mane bitch we hard to kill

I'm a walking lick

I'ma a talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit

Walking lick

I'ma talk in brit talking shit.