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Doe Boy - WAY I WALK (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doe Boy
Doe Boy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cotrell Dennard
Cotrell Dennard
Songwriter
Jeffrey Atkins
Jeffrey Atkins
Songwriter
Rick James
Rick James
Songwriter
Irving Lorenzo
Irving Lorenzo
Songwriter
Mark Rooney
Mark Rooney
Songwriter
Marcus West
Marcus West
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer
Hendrix Smoke
Hendrix Smoke
Producer
John Luther
John Luther
Producer
Rosewood
Rosewood
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, really?
You better run, Forrest, run Forrest, run
When you see them killas in that minivan come
Pull up, hop out, walk down with a handgun
****, we don't respect none till you stand over some'
Money gang what I claim, them rubberbands come with drums
We be poppin' shit, try them rubberbands, then you done
Rubberband money gang till im in the grave or some'
You ain't never put in work, boy, you just wanna claim some'
Pull up, leave a **** wet, shooter tryna drain some'
He ain't never earn respect, that's when we try to take some'
This a Drac', not a TEC, pull up, tryna blaze some'
Everybody got a check till its time to pay for some'
Oh, really?
Gang shit, just the way I talk
I don't drive by no more, this just the way I walk
Gang shit, he had them thangs, got crossed
She don't fuck with broke lames, that's why ya main got bought
Come here, baby
Gang shit, **** came, got lost
Pulled up, got sprayed, white chalked
Rubberband, murder gang
Gang shit, this just the way I walk
Pussy **** got caught, ain't my fault
Oh, really?
I ain't never been a lame, sorry boy, I ain't you
Nosirsky
Never froze, **** always duck when I came through
Yessirsky
Just slid, still ridin' round in da same coupe
Always dreamed bout robbin' rappers, then my dream came true
You think I'm playing?
Bitch, I grew up with them gangstas, I don't know who raised you
Fingers still twist the same, still rep the same crew
And it's still fuck Rome, but I love Gotch, free dude
I'ma toast up with the gang, you know we gots to drink, dude
Oh, really?
They ain't walk how I walk, they can't talk how I talk
Got that ticket on his head, he getting chalked, he get caught
Freebandz
They don't walk how I walk and they don't talk how I talk
Oh, my god, what happened to homie? He had that white, he got offed
We be killin' shit, stand over that ****, finish him
Bad bitch, that shit hit, sent her to the dealership
Come here, baby
My young **** with the shit rob you for your stimulus
Fuck Biden, you getting licked when that stimmy hit, bitch
[Chorus]
Gang shit, just the way I talk
I don't drive by no more, this just the way I walk
Gang shit, he had them thangs, got crossed
She don't fuck with broke lames, that's why ya main got bought
Come here, baby!
Gang shit, **** came, got lost
Pulled up, got sprayed, white chalked
Rubberband, murder gang
Gang shit, this just the way I walk
Pussy **** got caught, ain't my fault
Oh, really?
It's the way I walk, the way I walk, the way I
Doe Beezy
Gang shit
It's the way I walk, the way I talk, the way I
Written by: Cotrell Dennard, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Marcus West, Mark Rooney, Rick James
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