Correction Lyrics Walk Away by ILL BILL

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Back the f**k up!

Guns done fire like Russian Mafia
Stop all fights, the raw our type
Drinkin' out of Starbucks and my mom not right
Or better yet perfect, destroy hotel rooms and burn sh*t
We go to war for our right to party, perverted pu**y poppin'
Drop it like it's hot, find me in the spot
B*t*h bend over to find the hiney, bottle and a t***
X rated when we get faded, we get high homie, elevated
My favorite way to celebrate it mix liquids like a scientist
I hold a drink in еach hand, call me Iron Fist
Throw chairs when the DJ play Antе Up
We don't care, sipping rum out of the Stanley Cup
Never stop from sundown to sunrise, the fun never dies
We creatures of the night, sleep the day away, we never see the light
We live the vampire life, finger on the pulse of pulmonaries
Breakfast at 6PM, raw kush and Bloody Marys

Hey yo! Get your boots laced right, tonight we getting into huge fights
Hey yo! Ain't coming home from the club with some goons covered in his own blood
A few screws loose with a huge set of nuts
Ain't nobody f**king with us (No!)
Ain't nobody f**king with us (Hell no!)
Ain't nobody f**king with us (Hell no!)
Got toxic behaviors and a pa**ion for filth
Pop a package of pills, numb the action and guilt
Ill addiction, molly tripping, you a politicking
In the strip club lap dance, she let you slip your d**k in
Now you sick and your balls burn, I caught up on your turn
You should have walked away but you stayed, when will y'all learn?
Don't play fox, say nothing to Bill
Who'd run the risk of getting this flip I punch in the grill
Not a tough guy, I'm off dye
I must ride, force five
Plus I crush lies, f**k lies and all fiction
My vision truth and the pain
How you a baller and a player but keep losing the game?
Like a 360 feel, your ex done took you for your cash flow
The cop who locked you up done straight treated you like an a**hole
Misery and conflict, depression and will
Your illiterate behavior got you a mess when it kill

Hey yo! Get your boots laced right, tonight we getting into huge fights
Hey yo! Ain't coming home from the club with some goons covered in his own blood
A few screws loose with a huge set of nuts
Ain't nobody f**king with us (No!)
Ain't nobody f**king with us (Hell no!)
Ain't nobody f**king with us (Hell no!)
Gunslinger with two on the hip, one on the ankle
Yeah I got contracts but none from my label
I had hoop dreams but they were visions of me slam dunking your brain in a dumpster container
Howie Mandel, caught a beggar, tell 'em it ain't no deal
Feed you ammo buffets, give you a wholesome meal
TGIF, Thank God It's Friday
But when my watch has no face it's like Ruby Tuesdays
F**k a b*t*h, f**k a hoe, f**k the room that you came from
I'm the dude with the same gun that your whole tooth had ache done
You should have walked away son that like a failing of breath
Left you with them birds chirping all around in your head
So get wasted party animals and drink this Jack Daniels so your whole body's flammable
Ignite this match and you'll die hard
Throw you headfirst into a trashcan, that's your favorite die part

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