Deuce - Walk the Walk (feat Gadget) | Текст песни

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Deuce:

Haha,
You fucking pussies,
I'mma fuck wit' 'em a lil on this one,
Just a little,
You fucking posers!

Chorus:

You know we don't stop,
Reloadin' while we hit the top,
I get down cause thats my job,
Y'all better learn to Walk the Walk!
You know we don't stop,
Reloadin' while we hit the top,
I get down cause thats my job,
Y'all better learn to Walk the Walk!

Deuce:
There's nothing you can do that'll make me angry,
You can say the same shit but I'll do it, the same thing,
HU paved the way to make you crazy,
Maybe I was sent here to make you take it in the ass,
I'm back, it's Deuce *Yoo-hoo*,
You can tell that slut Ke$ha to shoo shoo,
Boo boo did I make you hate me,
Who knew that I'd be the one who made it!
Take this bitch, 'course I'mma rapist,
I'm Satan mixed with a lil Dre,
Its like a little game for you to say my name quick,
Cause I'mma renegade, no, I'm public enemy,
You're a centipede, I'm the fire with the melody,
Remember me? I'm a true OG,
On your knees bitch, I'mma make you eat this,
Don't speak when you're suckin' on my penis trick!

(Chorus)

Gadget (Kinda Major):

Just get it to the jet and I'll slap this shit,
Outa every motherfucka think they rappin's sick,
You ain't as sick, I'm the sickest prick, axe my bitch,
I Fucked the world gave a, got from my rashy dick,
She traded me crabs and syphilis but homie that's not it,
Got herpes too on purpose dude,
I knew she had this shit,
So what the fuck you gonna do to a masochist who's mad and pissed,
Crazy, angry adjectives,
Can't describe it, just divide it, our lives we did,
9 Lives, I killed myself, it's not an accident, fuck,
It's like a terrorist, bombs strapped to my chest,
Maybe I'll go play with razors while I slash my wrist,
I'm dangerous on the stage, you had mic,
I snatched that shit,
Charlie Scene's (reversed) probably mean,
But I ain't mad at the kid,
Deuce just put me in the booth,
I'm better and faster him,
Tell the truth, you had to look at someone fatter or slim.

(Chorus)

Deuce:
*Let's Go*
I got that .45 (45),
Tucked under my seat that's right (that's right),
I keep them pistols right by my side,
'Case these fucks wanna die (you wanna die?),
You know you can't deny (you can't deny),
When the bullets go off they fly (they fly),
Straight through your brain I make 'em look nice (so nice),
We gonna have a lot of fun tonight.

Gadget:

Yeah I'm young but I'm still an OG,
Deuce may not but your girlfriends know me,
Dynamite hot, so they tryin' to blow me,
I'mma ticket to the top, shit on all rappers below me.

(Chorus)

Deuce:
Bitch!

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