Walkin In My Taylors Lyrics - Revenge Of The Barracuda - W.c.

I'm Banged out like the tongue on my chucks 

Wes,wes,wes,west, ya'll 

Yeah Hit em again hey 

Now Dub C Show em What tiiiime it is 

It ain't hard to figure it out 

Dub C yall whats all the bickerin about 

Lench mob nigga 

Throw rocks duck and dis us 

Niggas say fuck us but ain't fuckin with us 

Yall don't wanna see me like medusa 

We get moola 

Can't barricade the barracuda 

Take my legs from me look around and I'll be still there 

Like Michael(?) countin money in my wheel chair 

All day every day roll It up celebrate 

How you niggas ever figure me and pimpin separate 

Im trifle psyco loaded like a rifle 

Nigga I could do this in my sleep with my eyes closed 

You rockin with a "G" on the west 

I know a nigga this grown shouldn't be so fresh 

But I do this for my true fans who made me 

So if you aint a fan I could give a fuck if you play me cause I'm 

Hood famous 

Gettin' paper 

It won't change up 

Walkin in my Taylors 

Fuck haters 

Im getting paper 

Throwin my dub up 

Walkin in my Taylors 

Hood nigga forever 

Put a dub in the game 

Still surviving the weather 

Cause I done seen it all 

That's why fuck with a chosen few 

And keep my back up against the wall 

Cause yall niggas might (?) for the chippas 

Actin like you got a pussy up unda that zippa 

But me to the script im stickin when I walk 

Goin keep keeping it raw 

Cut from a different cloth 

Made money lost money 

got It back touch plaques 

crip walk had the whole world on my nutsack 

lead spitter bread winner red getter ran through a lotta figures 

holla at a lot a niggas 

stayed true neva sold out kept it tight yall 

now im here which motherfuckers gonna write me off 

nobody feelin em I guess so 

catch you niggas in the line at my next show 

cause im 

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Cadillac tinted 

Been in it for a minute 

Mother fuck a gimmick 

It's the west side defended 

While you other niggas mimick 

I really live It to push It to the limit 

Fly like a G5 

A Cali nigga with the NY to the side of my head like Ely 

In my slingshot o levis 

Rollin on Sunset with dope in my car like T.I. 

Itchin to put you in a box like a mortician 

Wit the (?) George Clinton 

Fuck a love song slugs is thrown 

And I been with it since poppin with the white gloves on 

Walkin in the function 

Pickin up the Henn 

Lookin for something to take home and stick something in 

Dub Sizzlean pumpin in your hole like gasoline 

If you lookin for It I got what you need cause I'm 

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