Mr. Walkaway Lyrics

She say her pussy dynamite

And now she push me to my limit

She asking what I like

And I'm like don't share opinions

How I got the apatite that itch

Lay her down in the kitchen

Nah I didn't fuck your bitch

I just gave her that cunnilingus

I been tweeking off the potion

How I'm riding in slow motion

On the couch I flip my tokens

Smoking indo in the open

Homie RED I got him loking

On the floor we overdosing

You can't save

what never was made

You can't fix what Unknown broken

Let me tell em the story

Razor blades gonna make you horny

Kiss my lips are bloody left the party

In the ocean with a shawty

Grip on the sands is weak I'm

Slipping from a tidal wave

Crash and land on the beach

She sweet on me

Soaked to the collar

See me

Walking down the street

Don't fucking bother

Now the cops be coming

RED be ducking

Shrooms in his pants ain't no discussing

Pop me couple now I'm buzzing

Nose is running

Maybe gushing ugh

Slip to the strip I'm bugging ugh

Maybe get a bite of something ugh

Girl better watch your tugging

Can't fuck a hoe that smell like onions

Chased to the back of the function

Just as well

All the girls want a husband

Isolate and dwell on reduction

Everybody want the bread

And I want the Tuscan

Never running out of time

Cuz I already got nothing

Look in my eyes

Get lost in the substance

Get a better vibe to rise

And this time

I might try and stop what's coming

Oh

They all fucking with Unknown

Let's go

I'm sure this ain't what you want hoe

That's for sure

Fuck what they said

See how far ima go

This the new wave

It's the plague that's infecting you

Oh

They all fucking with Unknown

Let's go

I'm sure this ain't what you want hoe

That's for sure

Fuck what they said

See how far ima go

This the new wave

It's the plague that's infecting you