TMG – Walk Man Lyrics

Walk Man by TMG

We packin’ Diamond Pistols

Shorty jumping in the front row (Whoo)
I put her face on my wood like a totem pole (G——)
My lids low from the blunt smoke (S—)
Feeling RnB holding blue notes
Boy, you only bussing down with a f—— bus pass (B—-)
Smacking your girlie’s box, she a Camel pack (Whoo)
Touching her endzone and we gon’ run it back
Fingers all over my quarterpounder and she lovin’ that

Uh, hi, babe, we just made a song
And I’m rapping about other girls
And I was just wondering if-
Yeah, I know it’s just- It’s- yeah, it’s ok?
Alright, cool guys
Print it, it’s good
She said it’s alright

We eating good (Yeah?), I’m a fat man (Uh)
Faded, chewing drugs like Pacman (Chump)
TMG (Uh) on your Walkman (Ooh)
You ain’t f—–’ with it you can take a walk man (Walk walk walk walk)
Take a walk (Ayy), take a walk (Yuh)
You don’t wanna push my buttons, take a walk (Walk walk walk)
Take a walk (Ayy), take a walk (Yuh)
You don’t wanna push my buttons, take a walk (Nah)
Take a walk (Ayy), take a walk (Yuh)
You don’t wanna push my buttons, take a walk (Walk walk walk)
Take a walk (Ayy), take a walk (Yuh)
You don’t wanna push my buttons, take a walk (Nah)

I’m in Topanga like I’m Cory M (Vroom)
Drunk switching lanes, like I’m sorry, man (Urrh)
Stole your b—-, was a breeze, she a super-fan
She a ho, ’cause she’s f—— with my farmers tan (Yeah yeah yeah)
Run your mouth, boy, you can take a hike (Take a hike)
Gloves off b—-, I’m feeling impolite (Get lost)
I got this chick and she like to cook me dinner
Might bust down her ring finger

Hey, babe, so, uh, I’m making a song right now
And I am rapping about other girls
But I ended it by saying I was gonna propose to you
Is that cool? It is? Oh, yes!