![]() ![]() ![]() People come and people go, Its not the way that I'd have it though. 'You'll do anything to get up in a thot box/ You be fing anything that walk, you got thot ck,' so some of the lyrics read. People come and people go, Its not the way that I'd have it though,īring in shame along with truth, Bring in fame along with guilt, Bring me grace to erase the filth, Bring out peace to subdue the suicidal thrills, Make him still, make him still, make him still,Īlone in a well, Let it hail, Bring by wealth along the church bells, On the brink of love along a back hole, It was the lyrics of the song that she set in the background. Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit) Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit. Thot Walk Song Portable Tape Player Upset, he took a cassette tape with the instrumental track we had recorded and a portable tape player with headphones and disappeared into the stairwell. ![]() I'll be damned if he thinkin' he poppin' up on this pimpin' (Ah) Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit. I don't even let niggas know where I stay. ![]() The pressure eases as she goes, Blood rushing through the veins, At the center of a cold dark cave, Reminds a long lost soul, That a remnant still remains, He could never say that I was one of his women. Our role is to facilitate individuals to fulfil their employment and career aspirations by supporting them to realise their potential, access opportunities and build their own natural supports. I wanna be bold, Shout at the wind and let you know, Throw up my hands, When it swells, only to fold, Led by a goose to a spring, Oh well, what do I know, What to hold onto, A key to your heart is all We ask forĪs I walk the plank, Metal pings against the chains, Men pull with a crane, Proclaiming vanity in your fame, Perched atop a hill, As the suns crest lays a golden road, To a crime scene, Foretold generations ago, At WALK we believe that everyone who wants to work, have a job and a career can do so. How do they know? Scattered shards of fire light, The glass stained chaos, And accompanying choirs, A single blade of grass, Yearns to be a patch, How can they grow? we we a make him cha cha slide (Yeah yeah) Im rolling up the dank (Yeah) And Im moving up the ranks We a make him walk the plank We a make his momma. ![]()
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