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Rod$ta - Walk In (feat. Kelvin) Lyrics



Rod$ta - Walk In (feat. Kelvin) Lyrics




Yeah they call me Rod man, but I'm not Dennis
Floss like I live at the dentist
Told 'em just give me a minute
I feel like I got the juice
I told her Goodbye and Good Riddance
14 got my own business
Running past you no fitness
Same nigga doubting be the same nigga working
When them racks in man my mom bag Birkin
Wasn't you the one all on my phone hurting
Like and unlike man I see you lurking
20k in kicks and they gone by the week
End yo whole career I ain't even got to speak
Go back to High School that's yo peak
Call in a maintenance it's a leak

Walk-in straight gas I reek
Nigga used to jailbreak add tweaks
Vintage drip called antiques
Hit gym work on techniques
I get the pink and blue like South Beach
They gone teach you if you reach
Don't give no f*ck bout yo critique
Counting the commas go straight to boutique

I'm straight out the A like my name Dominique
Please don't leave lashes on my sink
She know she getting hit every time we link
The bros want to fight every time we drink
I bet he leave the scene with a tummy ache
And a jaw so broke that he can't enunciate
Had the homie hit him from behind like a butter face
Then my potna put him down like The Undertaker
Made the boy drip or drown like a Gunna tape sir
Now it's shorty on us but I don't wanna date her
So I serve it to the homies like Rod Lavers
Bro Rod save her (I ain't finna take her)
She just wanna get AD like the damn Lakers
She ain't getting it from me I'm a damn player
And you serving that pack but it's all air
Plus you hitting rock bottom like the damn mayor
I get it right, girlies can come over one night
I can't decide, do I wear Matters or Off White?
Speaking of merch, if she supporting I sell her a shirt
Then go bizerk, I'm getting chicken she say I'm a jerk

Walk-in straight gas I reek
Nigga used to jailbreak add tweaks
Vintage drip called antiques
Hit gym work on techniques
I get the pink and blue like South Beach
They gone teach you if you reach
Don't give no f*ck bout yo critique
Counting the commas go straight to boutique

I'm blasting shit out of ya speakers
I'm blasting shit out of ya speakers
She stay with class like her ass is teacher
Met her in streets like it been glad to meet her
Rare ass kicks that you can't get, but they still getting turnt in beater
Don't wanna work with ya either
No I don't give not one damn 'bout ya feature

Walk-in straight gas I reek
Nigga used to jailbreak add tweaks
Vintage drip called antiques
Hit gym work on techniques
I get the pink and blue like South Beach
They gone teach you if you reach
Don't give no f*ck bout yo critique
Counting the commas go straight to boutique
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Yeah they call me Rod man, but I'm not Dennis
Floss like I live at the dentist
Told 'em just give me a minute
I feel like I got the juice
I told her Goodbye and Good Riddance
14 got my own business
Running past you no fitness
Same nigga doubting be the same nigga working
When them racks in man my mom bag Birkin
Wasn't you the one all on my phone hurting
Like and unlike man I see you lurking
20k in kicks and they gone by the week
End yo whole career I ain't even got to speak
Go back to High School that's yo peak
Call in a maintenance it's a leak

Walk-in straight gas I reek
Nigga used to jailbreak add tweaks
Vintage drip called antiques
Hit gym work on techniques
I get the pink and blue like South Beach
They gone teach you if you reach
Don't give no f*ck bout yo critique
Counting the commas go straight to boutique

I'm straight out the A like my name Dominique
Please don't leave lashes on my sink
She know she getting hit every time we link
The bros want to fight every time we drink
I bet he leave the scene with a tummy ache
And a jaw so broke that he can't enunciate
Had the homie hit him from behind like a butter face
Then my potna put him down like The Undertaker
Made the boy drip or drown like a Gunna tape sir
Now it's shorty on us but I don't wanna date her
So I serve it to the homies like Rod Lavers
Bro Rod save her (I ain't finna take her)
She just wanna get AD like the damn Lakers
She ain't getting it from me I'm a damn player
And you serving that pack but it's all air
Plus you hitting rock bottom like the damn mayor
I get it right, girlies can come over one night
I can't decide, do I wear Matters or Off White?
Speaking of merch, if she supporting I sell her a shirt
Then go bizerk, I'm getting chicken she say I'm a jerk

Walk-in straight gas I reek
Nigga used to jailbreak add tweaks
Vintage drip called antiques
Hit gym work on techniques
I get the pink and blue like South Beach
They gone teach you if you reach
Don't give no f*ck bout yo critique
Counting the commas go straight to boutique

I'm blasting shit out of ya speakers
I'm blasting shit out of ya speakers
She stay with class like her ass is teacher
Met her in streets like it been glad to meet her
Rare ass kicks that you can't get, but they still getting turnt in beater
Don't wanna work with ya either
No I don't give not one damn 'bout ya feature

Walk-in straight gas I reek
Nigga used to jailbreak add tweaks
Vintage drip called antiques
Hit gym work on techniques
I get the pink and blue like South Beach
They gone teach you if you reach
Don't give no f*ck bout yo critique
Counting the commas go straight to boutique
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Writer: WAYNE EDWARDS, AL FERGUESON, RANDY STEVEN THOMAS
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Spirit Music Group

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