I'm walking alone I'm walking these streets all by myself I know its my fault, and no one else And there's nobody here to save me I'm walking alone
runnin' outta my mind hey, hey I need your love, I need your love tonight Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme lovin' tonight I need your lovin' Walk, walk, walk, I keep on walkin' the line (Walkin
There's a pale horse comin' I'm gonna ride it I'll rise in the morning My fate decided I'm a dead man walkin' I'm a dead man walkin' In St. James Parish
gold In the shape of my heart I walk it up Walkin' blind Walkin' blind All I heard was him All I saw were eyes By the world begun I walk it down Walkin' blind Walkin
by Baby, just you and I Walkin' on air Everything's sunny Tasting like honey Doesn't the world look nice Up here in paradise Walkin' on air (Walkin
play half these bitches who shake it they turn gay niggaz gone pay to see pussy anyway (ahh,ahh). {verse8} Some of these niggaz be walkin tha thin line
Be ballin' G's we get buck All ballin' G's just get crunk Bitches let me see you ride that dick Nigga you got ice than rock that shit Real niggas they
every where we gooo People want to knooow, people want to knooow What we here fooor, what we here fooor We thug walkin', we thug walkin', thug walkin'
oh, oh, ok, ok, ok (Ah!) oh, oh see im tryin to get crunk(C-R-U-N-K) (Chorus) Tell them how we goin to come(Crunk) Tell them why they dont want none(
in da trunk Don't waste no time, this killa be kill, I ain't fin to die by this shit Don't waste no time, just walk up to em, squeeze, and lets get what
Chorus] 3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time Get low, Get low 6x To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) Till the sweat drop
I don't give a fuck about these Nigga's or these hoes Don't you ever, don't you ever Make me spit on yo ass bitch!!! ahh-ha Verse One: Fuck them hoes
Get to the floor, ain't no time run Ying Yang in this thang, let me ya twurk sum' Get to the floor, ain't no time run Ying Yang in this thang, let me
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
CHORUS Said we waling on ice with our wrist like BRRR! and our chain like AYE! and our diamonds like OKAY! and our cars be super fast and we smokin
a helping hand to some poor sinner man? Are you walkin' and talkin' with the Lord? Are you walkin', are you walkin'? Are you talkin', are you talkin'? Are you walkin
live without 'em Yet there's something mighty necessary 'bout 'em A woman will give you the blues She'll have you pullin' out your hair And wearin' out your walkin
made for walkin' That's just what they'll do One of these days these boots Are gonna walk all over you Are you ready boots? Start walkin'
