Doe Boy, Babyface Ray - Walk Down Again lyrics
Cotrell Dennard
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Doe Boy, Babyface Ray - Walk Down Again lyrics]
Walk down again walk down again
Imma walk down again doebeezy, Doebeezy
Wake up get geeked
Might walk down a opp street
6 feet deep where im trynna see a opp be
Niggas ain't street
He ran to the gram and blocked me
Know that cost a bag
Ever see those shit's on my feet
Beezybrush doing probably fucking
On your thotty 100 racks all in your face i
Make you wanna rob me
Know you feel some kind of way
You probably wanna pop me
My youngin need a BBL
Got all them fucking bodies (OH REALLY)
She see me and drop down to her knees
Trynna prove to the king that
She down for the team
Hood rich i feel like king
Couple thou for the sneaks
All these rappers stealing sauce got
It down to a T
Up a couplе m's, you should copy off of me
But you can't cuz you're broke
You can't copy off a G
Rеpping R-B-M-G till the day i D-IE
Say they shooting when we meet
Well he just tell a L-IE
He be saying this and that
But i bet he won't do shit to me
And it made me up this uzi
This bitch dance like lil uzi
I suggest you just salute me
Cuz you know you ain't gonna shoot me
Nigga try me while im shopping
Left a man down in loui (OH REALLY)
Went to sleep geeked, woke up still geeked
Got a pretty face patek
Pulled it out her then i skeet
Run these tires on your street
Hit the pedal watch em scream
Ay you say you got em cheap
Dem the ones we can meet
Face what you you doing probably
Fucking on this bitch
You can smell the za with
The baccara thats mix
Tossin' all this paper finna
Pay these bitches rent
She just ate me up, i sent her out in a zip
1 yellow, 1 rose yeah that asshoe
I got bitches water warm, finna spazz on em
Heard them bitches (boop) did the dash on em
We do what we want and we live
Life like we ain't gotta care
Make a nigga talk right to the choppa
Fuck a arguement you know i get my v's from
Got my youngins creeping
Watching stalking em
(Look) we treat the traphouse
Like an office (yeaa)
You ain't catch me somewhat a boss is
I won't catch you unless im logging in
I ain't gotta think if it's you or me
I hear all these niggas
Talking money speaking fluently
Your bitch choosing me
And i don't touch em unless it's 2 a piece
Imma walk down again doebeezy, Doebeezy
Wake up get geeked
Might walk down a opp street
6 feet deep where im trynna see a opp be
Niggas ain't street
He ran to the gram and blocked me
Know that cost a bag
Ever see those shit's on my feet
Beezybrush doing probably fucking
On your thotty 100 racks all in your face i
Make you wanna rob me
Know you feel some kind of way
You probably wanna pop me
My youngin need a BBL
Got all them fucking bodies (OH REALLY)
She see me and drop down to her knees
Trynna prove to the king that
She down for the team
Hood rich i feel like king
Couple thou for the sneaks
All these rappers stealing sauce got
It down to a T
Up a couplе m's, you should copy off of me
But you can't cuz you're broke
You can't copy off a G
Rеpping R-B-M-G till the day i D-IE
Say they shooting when we meet
Well he just tell a L-IE
He be saying this and that
But i bet he won't do shit to me
And it made me up this uzi
This bitch dance like lil uzi
I suggest you just salute me
Cuz you know you ain't gonna shoot me
Nigga try me while im shopping
Left a man down in loui (OH REALLY)
Went to sleep geeked, woke up still geeked
Got a pretty face patek
Pulled it out her then i skeet
Run these tires on your street
Hit the pedal watch em scream
Ay you say you got em cheap
Dem the ones we can meet
Face what you you doing probably
Fucking on this bitch
You can smell the za with
The baccara thats mix
Tossin' all this paper finna
Pay these bitches rent
She just ate me up, i sent her out in a zip
1 yellow, 1 rose yeah that asshoe
I got bitches water warm, finna spazz on em
Heard them bitches (boop) did the dash on em
We do what we want and we live
Life like we ain't gotta care
Make a nigga talk right to the choppa
Fuck a arguement you know i get my v's from
Got my youngins creeping
Watching stalking em
(Look) we treat the traphouse
Like an office (yeaa)
You ain't catch me somewhat a boss is
I won't catch you unless im logging in
I ain't gotta think if it's you or me
I hear all these niggas
Talking money speaking fluently
Your bitch choosing me
And i don't touch em unless it's 2 a piece