
Walk in My Shoes Lil Yachty (Ft. Young Thug)
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[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(EarlOnTheBeat)
(Lousy)
Uh, uh, go
Unh, unh, unh, unh, bee, go
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
These pussies couldn’t step in my shoes
So what’s the problem? (Go)
Stompin’ niggas out, give me bloody bottoms (Woo)
Nigga want smoke, niggas want some problems (Problems)
We don’t fight fair (Yeah), we resolvin’ problems
I’m Peter Piper with a pistol
I’m the Michelin man, with a missile (Michelin)
Bitch I’m Jack Frost, with the crystals (Ice)
Let it blow, like a whistle (Let it blow)
Damn (Huh, let it blow)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I’m on yo’ head like the brush with the bristles (Go)
All my dogs ride, right or wrong
Act first, speak later, that’s the code I’m on (Slatt)
I shit on bitches who think they doin’ sum’
I pity these niggas who ain’t doin nun’
Too much money in the world to be on someone couch (Facts)
I can show you how to make them millions overnight that’s world to Ralph (Uh, ah)
I’m on the block like a liq’ store (Gang)
Askin’ my bro, what the lick fo’? (Go)
Back in this bitch, fuckin' this bitch
I had to see what it’s hittin’ on
I got the brink, all in the cover
Shit, cash what we sittin’ on
(EarlOnTheBeat)
(Lousy)
Uh, uh, go
Unh, unh, unh, unh, bee, go
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
These pussies couldn’t step in my shoes
So what’s the problem? (Go)
Stompin’ niggas out, give me bloody bottoms (Woo)
Nigga want smoke, niggas want some problems (Problems)
We don’t fight fair (Yeah), we resolvin’ problems
I’m Peter Piper with a pistol
I’m the Michelin man, with a missile (Michelin)
Bitch I’m Jack Frost, with the crystals (Ice)
Let it blow, like a whistle (Let it blow)
Damn (Huh, let it blow)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I’m on yo’ head like the brush with the bristles (Go)
All my dogs ride, right or wrong
Act first, speak later, that’s the code I’m on (Slatt)
I shit on bitches who think they doin’ sum’
I pity these niggas who ain’t doin nun’
Too much money in the world to be on someone couch (Facts)
I can show you how to make them millions overnight that’s world to Ralph (Uh, ah)
I’m on the block like a liq’ store (Gang)
Askin’ my bro, what the lick fo’? (Go)
Back in this bitch, fuckin' this bitch
I had to see what it’s hittin’ on
I got the brink, all in the cover
Shit, cash what we sittin’ on
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