Remy Martin - Walk That Line

I'm in this bitch and I'm feeling like Wayne
Finna step on shit and change up the game
Hop onna track and put innat pain
When I'm done they gon know a nigga name
Lil bra I already told you how I'm coming, behind all the women I'm loving I'm dumping
I told you you can die for all that faking and pumping
I'm really quick to get to get this shit bussing
Don't even let me get to thinking that you thinking bout clutching
Lil dummy imma hit at his mother fucking muffin
He wasn't like that then he shouldn't have been bluffing
Imma respectful young nigga I don't even be cussing
But don't ever think that it's light or it's nothing.
You mad but you can chill on that huffing and puffing,
I can't get yo ass right then I'm sending my cousins,
When these bullets get to spinning it'll have yo ears buzzing
Keep walking down that line lil baby
Keep walking
Swear to god you so fine lil lady
So fine
Gotta make yo ass mine lil mama
Make you mine
Let me show you how to run up these commas
God damn
I'm facing it front I'm never turning back like back in the day these hoes can get smacked
how you been at it for years and still ain't on track
Can't wait to put me and my niggas onna map
All of the men in this bitch It's a reason we rap
This shit bout the money this shit bout the stacks
They get one of mines trust imma get back
They think shit sweet till they up inna pack
Safe to say just leave him alone
He do better when he all on his own
Just needed to some time to write up my wrongs
Now you hear it when I'm cranking these songs
Wassup with these niggas why they can't get along
You mad at a nigga that never did you wrong
God damn why this shit just ain't adding up
All your bad decisions just keep piling up
Keep walking down that line lil baby
Keep walking
Swear to god you so fine lil lady
So fine
Gotta make yo ass mine lil mama
Make you mine
Let me show you how to run up these commas
God damn
I'm in this bitch and I'm feeling like Wayne
Finna step on shit and change up the game
Hop onna track and put innat pain
When I'm done they gon know a nigga name
Lil bra I already told you how I'm coming, behind all the women I'm loving I'm dumping
I told you you can die for all that faking and pumping
I'm really quick to get to get this shit bussing
Don't even let me get to thinking that you thinking bout clutching
Lil dummy imma hit at his mother fucking muffin
He wasn't like that then he shouldn't have been bluffing
Imma respectful young nigga I don't even be cussing
But don't ever think that it's light or it's nothing.
You mad but you can chill on that huffing and puffing,
I can't get yo ass right then I'm sending my cousins,
When these bullets get to spinning it'll have yo ears buzzing

Written by:
Rashaun Martin

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