Walked In

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[Intro: Fat Joe & P-LO] If I'm driving and I- His shit don't make me mash the gas and start smashing Throw that shit out man Drive over the Bay Bridge and send that shit to Honolulu Uh, yeah Ayy, yeah, woo-woo-woo-woah Bitch, (P-P-P-P-lo time to bring the bass back) ayy [Verse 1] I don't want the head, I want the bread (God) Still run this shit, if I ain't have no legs (Had no legs) Riding always, man that shit dead I was drinking on that tequila, now I'm back on Henn (Yeah, I'm back) Ayy, back on my bull They be on E, I'm on full (Full) She wanna fuck, I'm like cool Mama ain't raising a fool (No) Can't trust a ho, that's the rule (No) I like my bitches indoors When they hate, better know that its noted (That's it's noted) Yelling fuck em, I just doubled what the quotе is (Fuck 12) I ain't even want the bitch, I lеt the bro hit I just really want the bag, bitch I'm focused (Yee) I just pulled up it's like midnight (It's like midnight) Told a broke bitch, "Get your shit right" (Get your shit right) Know I look good, but I been fine, ayy (Yee) Know my drink dark, but my bitch light [Chorus] Walked in, go hella dumb with my friends, go hella dumb with my friends (Dumb, hella) Walked in, go hella dumb with my friends, go hella dumb with my friends (Dumb, hella) Walked in, go hella dumb with my friends, go hella dumb with my friends (Dumb, hella) Walked in, go hella dumb with my friends, go hella dumb with my friends (Dumb, hella dumb) [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah I'm going dumb, but still intelligent And I always free the bitch to get a better bitch (Oh, wait) She just wanna give me all to hit a better lick She ain't talking money, I'ma lie and say I'm celibate (I'ma lie) Ayy, walked in and now this shit getting spooky (Getting spooky) And I cannot be seen with a goofy (Goof) Gucci, I'm too G Mobby, I'm moving Bank account up, no it never, ever do sleep (No, it can't) Ayy, know that I can't fall (I can't fall) Bay boy get a big bank roll (Bank) Pillow talking, no this shit ain't cold I went up another level, no this shit ain't close (It ain't close) Uh, ain't no competition, they are not a mention There's a lot of distance, yeah nobody different They are all the same (Yuh), I could call a lame (Yee) Always tell me that its time, I bring all the bass (Yee, yee, yee) [Chorus] Walked in, go hella dumb with my friends, go hella dumb with my friends (Dumb, hella) Walked in, go hella dumb with my friends, go hella dumb with my friends (Dumb, hella) Walked in, go hella dumb with my friends, go hella dumb with my friends (Dumb, hella) Walked in, go hella dumb with my friends, go hella dumb with my friends (Dumb, hella dumb)
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