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Young Jordan – Walk Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Five bad boys in [?]
I been on the road now the boy went Tootsie
Tryna swim in that, ain't talking that p*ssy
Grindin', skatin' [?] like I'm in [?]
I ain't made it yet, and that's how it's looking
And um, I ain't saving that, I got pushy
I'm like [?]
If she fine, I'm catching that
I been riding 'round with a tint
Bring another round, pouring rounds with your friends
And she know it's going down when it's time to go in
It's a whole lot of sounds, hope the neighbors don't hear it
Favorite position, shе throwing the rear
She just got rеal, I ain't showing a tear
[?]
[?]

[Verse 1]
On a whole lotta Chrome, on a whole lotta drip
Got a whole lotta songs, make a whole lotta flips
Got a whole lotta poles, yeah, whole lotta sticks
Got a whole lotta hoes, whole lotta this
[?] you ain't ever told, why you lying again
It's a double R truck you riding in
Only hit her one time, gotta slide again
Make 'em really send shots, no surviving this
[?]
He ain't get a plate back
Smoking this 'za, smoking this dope, I can get your bae high
I'm on the blow, I'm on the dro, I'm getting way high
She like to do it, she wanna go, we get way high, high
[Chorus]
Five bad boys in [?]
I been on the road now the boy went Tootsie
Tryna swim in that, ain't talking that p*ssy
Grindin', skatin' [?] like I'm in [?]
I ain't made it yet, and that's how it's looking

And um, I ain't saving that, I got pushy
I'm like [?]
If she fine, I'm catching that
I been riding 'round with a tint
Bring another round, pouring rounds with your friends
And she know it's going down when it's time to go in
It's a whole lot of sounds, hope the neighbors don't hear it
Favorite position, she throwing the rear
She just got real, I ain't showing a tear
[?]
[?]

[Verse 2]
Coming in hot rods, talking 'bout [?]
I just want your lip, bitch, [?]
Ride with a stick, hit your shoulders
She like to kid, the drip, it's kosher
I take a sip of Wockhardt
Walk with a limp, my nigga slow
The top floor, we watch you
[?] but you know it, uh
Walk, walk, walk it down
White tax bring the TECas out
Got truck, truck, truck amounts
Too cap lil' big cat
Tryna talk, talk, talk me down
[?] these niggas rats
Tryna lock, lock, lock me down
Guess they hating 'cause I'm popping now
[Chorus]
Five bad boys in [?]
I been on the road now the boy went Tootsie
Tryna swim in that, ain't talking that p*ssy
Grindin', skatin' [?] like I'm in [?]
I ain't made it yet, and that's how it's looking
And um, I ain't saving that, I got pushy
I'm like [?]
If she fine, I'm catching that
I been riding 'round with a tint
Bring another round, pouring rounds with your friends
And she know it's going down when it's time to go in
It's a whole lot of sounds, hope the neighbors don't hear it
Favorite position, she throwing the rear
She just got real, I ain't showing a tear
[?]
[?]

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