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Dead Man Walking Lyrics[Intro]
Buddha bless this beat
Bitch

[Verse 1]
Where my motherfucking sack?
Why them 20s in the front?
Why them 100s in the back?
Show me what you got
Bring it back for some cash
I'm a self made product, gee I look like a bag
I'm a fuckin' millionaire, I meant it (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma put a bitch on Front Street if you don't believe it
Ask your motherfucking friends, I'ma do it (Shoot)
I'm that nigga with the (Pew) AK, I'ma shoot it (Pew, pew, pew)
I got bitches who in love like I'm Cupid (Damn, damn)
If a nigga cross me up, on my mother, boy, he stupid, yeah
[Chorus]
Dead man walking (Let's go)
Drop tape posin', Grand Am skrrtin'
Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking?

[Verse 2]
Twerkin' off a sidekick like I'm Robin
Dick have her moaning 'til the neighbors come a-knockin'
Only time a nigga sweat when a nigga joggin'
I can't take advice from someone who gotta clock in
That's a Fendi, got two Bentleys, white and green
One Ferrari, all red like Supreme
Yo bitch a meat lover for the team
Try to cross me out, do you know what that mean?

[Chorus]
You a dead man walking
Drop tape posin', Grand Am skrrtin'
Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking?You might also like2