Letra de Protect Me From Evil - BigWalkDog

Hey (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)

Hey

Hey

Yeah, I put up all half

(Pablo crazy for this motherfucker)

BigWalkDog

Hey

Hey

Ha

Hey

Protect me from evil, that's what I say to this heater

Every time I leave the house, I know if you need it

Knowin' you really don't need it, just wanna see me give it out (Huh?)

I bet the bank I got different amounts

I put a Patek into my accounts

The bigger the risk, the bigger the house

The bigger the fool, the figure it out

Hey, I'm looking up, got my head in the clouds

Hopin' they watching the ground

When I do a show, ain't no use to patting me down

New poppin' with thirty some rounds

Might get me a pop and a deuce and I dirty somethin' down

He a lick 'cause they heard he got pounds

Go do a show, then I prolly go shoot back to the town

Told my cousin to short me one down

Got it right out the mud, I prolly couldn't walk through a flood

One-eleven, mix water with blood

Had to see what it was

You prolly see what it does, the streets ain't got no more love

I show my diamond to both of the judges

They want the choppas, I really wasn't budgin'

Ain't talking 'bout time, but that been out the question

Showed them my status, they got off the subject

Like, fuck it, might turn to a Christian while dodgin' these bullets

Only see money, he died for the hustle

Don't know one another, won't die for each other

I been told my mama I'd die for my brother

He talk how I talk, he touch six figures yearly

Six-figures jewelry, a pot of detergent

I had to go get me some money, it was urgent

Can't say you were walking, you ain't hop out Suburban

They know that I'm that nigga, ain't gotta be worried

Gon' stay in they lane, they ain't gotta be tourin'

Got fifty on me, all blue and it's early

Got fifty on me with a switch conversion

Can't never fake pay or cross you just to purge

Bitch, I'm the one, ain't no other way to word it

Big legend, I double, can't put on my jersey

Go and cross you like AI, three shooters like Curry

Put a twenty on the truck, pull up drippin' and servin'

Show my mama four hundred, she preachin' the sermon

The money the subject, I teach what I'm learnin'

Ain't no way over here, the bridges been burning

For these niggas paternity, got rich 'cause I earned it

I sent money for Christmas, Thanksgiving for turkeys

I promise I'm working, won't pop no more Perkies

Plus when I'm thirsty, my pop been up searchin'

She got her a Benz and might get her a Birkin

See you with Chanel, they know everything working

No, it ain't perfect, but working, for certain

You know I'm gon' ride 'til they open the curtains

You know you were here when my pockets was hurtin'

I carry the load, fix all of the burdens

I'm cut like that, it ain't come from no surgery

Got all this shit off working and servin'

Been rappin' with wordplay, trappin' since Thursday

First in the whole state, show you a whole thing

At the show with choppas with no aim

Hit one button and empty the whole thing

When he get on the 'yo, he gon' go claim it

I came straight out the Trick, had no name

When you come from the bottom, it's yo' game

Come from ramen and crackers to lo mein

Hey, pray to the Lord, my soul to keep

Hustle and sleep, we all gon' eat

Got two for the one and one for the freak

They take away places, then how you gon' eat?

They know where you live, then how you gon' sleep?

How you gon' creep? Nigga, how you gon' beef?

Tryna be some shit that you probably won't be

Hey, pray to the Lord, my soul to keep

Hustle and sleep, we all gon' eat

Got two for the one and one for the freak

They take away places, then how you gon' eat?

They know where you live, then how you gon' sleep?

How you gon' creep? Nigga, how you gon' beef?

Tryna be some shit that you probably won't be

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