Boogieman Dela, Hitready - Walk Through Like I Got It

from letters to myself by Boogieman Dela

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lyrics

Verse 1 - Boogieman Dela
I walk through like I live on the moon
I need space please give me some room
I'm just trying to stay grounded
But I'm surrounded by people so out of this world
I can't help but to travel
The king of Sound bitch
I'm so rock and roll I started off as a pebble
These frauds not on my level
I'm bout to kill this shit get a hearse and a shovel
I walk through like I already made it
You walk through looking all outdated that ain't vintage That ain't Pimpin you senseless what's your image
my chick a yellow bone like one of The Simpsons
My dark skin Jawn like one of the Jacksons
They tell me I'm flyer than one of the Jetsons
(We outer space yall)
I walkthrough raise the temperature
Then bounce like a check without the signature, damn!

Hook
I walk through like I got it
I walk through like I got it
I walk through like
(Repeat)

Verse 2 - Boogieman Dela
yeah im in this bitch camo everything
Married to the Game wedding ring on the pinky
Smelling all stinky wallet all chunky
Smoking on grass with hairs like Tinky Winky
Don't play with me like it's okay with me
I hear them Jack boys running down in your city
Come with it
I dare you run up on me
Pull this Roscoe p cold chain on him whoa!

Verse 3 - Hitready
Walking through
Pocket full of dirty money
fly dude with the cool stroll I only want the money
I used to love girls but they love money
now I love money and they can't get none from me
look what you've done to me was born thoroughbred
was touching little paper then I wanted more bread
like when I first got a dick suck I wanted More head
got to chase more bread got to chase more bread
Them bitches won't get shit here
Them trick Bulls up there
I be walking through talkin to
All my players I gave credit still owe me few
Walking through my neighborhood like I'm Mister Rogers Acting like I ain't got it but they know I got it
Because they pocket watching
Know I got that pocket rocket blocka blocka
Playing the phone because the cops is watchin
Designer jeans because the thots is watching
Walking through I got to pop one

credits

from letters to myself, released February 28, 2020

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about

Boogieman Dela Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Boogieman Dela is as complex an artists as the name suggests. This Philly native grew up in a large musically inclined family with three sisters and a brother all with an aptitude for singing and various instruments. In Boog's elementary years he studied the drums and the trumpet which began building the foundation of his musical genius.

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