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Philly D - Beat Walkin Lyrics



Philly D - Beat Walkin Lyrics
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Gettin' Money
If its up then its stuck
Gettin' Money, uh-huh
(Give up)
If its up then its stuck
Gettin' Money, uh-huh
Uh-huh
If its up then its stuck
Hop in the booth and I get me some money (Ughh)
Broke boys, yeah, they think they so funny ( Hahaha)
Hop in the coupe, it's a Lambo (Skrrtt)
Shoot that boy up like I'm Rambo (Grrt)
Whippin' the crack in the bando
Did it all, rockin' camo
Stick on the hip (ughh)
Get too close and might bust on your lip (Peww)
Shootin' the shit with some bad bitches, yeah, they tryna get lit
Shoot like I'm Mike (Grrt)
Me and the boys, we tryna get right
Get a bitch that I like
Can't stay for too long, it's just for one night (just for one night)
She ride like a bike (zoom)
Boyfriend callin', yeah, he just wanna fight
She don't want you no more
They lookin' at us and they callin' us goals (they callin us goals)
Takin' ha soul, f*ckin' too fast, yeah, I'm all in control (ughh)
Ride with a pole, He askin' where I'm at, so I'm droppin' a low (Grrt)
F*ckin' a freak (wet)
Beatin' it down, she gettin' so weak (ughh)
All in the sheets, she lookin' at me and sayin' good eats
Walkin' wit heat, they sayin' Philly, all in the streets
Walk on the beat, can't get her to stop, I'm chewin' my meat (freak)
Walk in the party, I'm goin' so stupid
Talk about Philly, you gettin' muted
So many bands, we gettin' recruited
Gas in the air, it's gettin' polluted
Hush the f*ck up (Shhhh)
Hop in the truck if it's up then it's and stuck
Run up on me and gamble with luck
Just like Drake, I don't need a deluxe
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Gettin' Money
If its up then its stuck
Gettin' Money, uh-huh
(Give up)
If its up then its stuck
Gettin' Money, uh-huh
Uh-huh
If its up then its stuck
Hop in the booth and I get me some money (Ughh)
Broke boys, yeah, they think they so funny ( Hahaha)
Hop in the coupe, it's a Lambo (Skrrtt)
Shoot that boy up like I'm Rambo (Grrt)
Whippin' the crack in the bando
Did it all, rockin' camo
Stick on the hip (ughh)
Get too close and might bust on your lip (Peww)
Shootin' the shit with some bad bitches, yeah, they tryna get lit
Shoot like I'm Mike (Grrt)
Me and the boys, we tryna get right
Get a bitch that I like
Can't stay for too long, it's just for one night (just for one night)
She ride like a bike (zoom)
Boyfriend callin', yeah, he just wanna fight
She don't want you no more
They lookin' at us and they callin' us goals (they callin us goals)
Takin' ha soul, f*ckin' too fast, yeah, I'm all in control (ughh)
Ride with a pole, He askin' where I'm at, so I'm droppin' a low (Grrt)
F*ckin' a freak (wet)
Beatin' it down, she gettin' so weak (ughh)
All in the sheets, she lookin' at me and sayin' good eats
Walkin' wit heat, they sayin' Philly, all in the streets
Walk on the beat, can't get her to stop, I'm chewin' my meat (freak)
Walk in the party, I'm goin' so stupid
Talk about Philly, you gettin' muted
So many bands, we gettin' recruited
Gas in the air, it's gettin' polluted
Hush the f*ck up (Shhhh)
Hop in the truck if it's up then it's and stuck
Run up on me and gamble with luck
Just like Drake, I don't need a deluxe
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Writer: Phillip Da Rosa
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Performed By: Philly D
Language: English
Length: 1:58
Written by: Phillip Da Rosa

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