Lil' Flip - Walk With It lyrics

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Lil' Flip - Walk With It lyrics

[Intro: Jay Electronica] I got eight bars to come in before I talk sh** right? Yeah Uh, yeah, uh You know I had to do a bounce record Come on, you know where I'm from? I had to do a bounce record Plus I'm going home next week Fallon, I see you [Verse 1: Jay Electronica] I'm from that UPT I'm out that Third Ward where they bussin' heads Moving, shaking, hustling, scrambling, bucking and ducking feds The corners stay hot as saunas with blood rushing red Down in the Dirty we bout it and we ain't f**ing scared I got em shook from the jump, cuz I'm a soldier these n***as is yellow I told you I'm out that Magnolia, my n***a, foreal-a On the grind all the time, load and stacking that scrilla It's the South, man, we put the f**ing "g" in gorilla Uh, talk slick and get your neck slit quick 'Cuz Uptown n***as don't play that sh** And if you ready come get me, got a squad that's with me That blow the beef outta control like Ja and 50 I'm the king, the daddy, you heard, the best around Link up with Lil Flip man, we tear this b**h down You know when them South boys is coming around 'Cuz all you gon' hear is, "Lay it down, lay it down" [Hook: Jay Electronica] Now walk, walk with it (X4) Rock, rock with it (X4) Shake, shake with it (X4) Pop, pop with it (X4) [Verse 2: Lil Flip] A lot of rap cats rap about j**els But that ain't rose gold, that fool's Look at the shoes on the whip, 22's I still got a deal, what about you? I got liquor, n***a, you want a drink? I go on shopping sprees, you want a mink? I'm just kidding, I ain't tricking for a ho This how I'm living, I ain't hurting for no dough I push tight whips just like Percy I always rock custom jerseys My new sh** about to drop on you n***as Just call me ho, when you not with your n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay Electronica] Now, here's a little story I got to tell About a fresh young n***a you know so well It started way back in history In that Third Ward Magnolia, yeah UPT I was born in seventy-six, and raised in the eighties Pops left when I was six, I was raised by ladies Son of Marilyn, brother of Fal I grew up one block over from the South T.I. told me, "Be Easy" but I'm hungry as f** I want a house on the hill and some pump in the truck Now I'm up in the club player setting it off With a mic in my palm tight letting it off Shorty, smiling saying I'm spectacular She wanna bite me on my neck like Dracula She says she wanna show me something good after the show Whatever ma, for now get your a** on the floor and [Hook]