Get to Steppin'
Hood Poet
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Don't be so nice That's what you told me, don't try so hard Ain't gotta chance I gotta go Please please forgive me That's what I wanted anyway Uh We gon' run him down we gon fly his ass in a trackhawk No back talk this back hand hit hand her mouth now she back soft I'm a dog eat my pedigree you ain't hard nigga I'm a boss nigga like Rick Ross I'm a charge niggas You ain't on my level why you staring at my bezel Grew up around some dogs I know my way around the kettle Down bad now I'm getting blues i'm feeling better Met a brown skin and her name Tiff I get her wetter I'm a New York nigga with a south vibe, south side Never been a pussy with no gloves we fighting outside Nigga imma star how you figure you gon' outsize You a pussy nigga so don't play cause I got mob ties Same day you could really die we'll have ya momma cry I'm dripping delta nigga hundred blues cause I stay fly Wonder why you broke and don't get mad aye just find why Like the inter-scope x em niggas that get in the scope Hol on we be getting money out of them backends My nigga three bands he making guala off just trapping Bitches crazy talking about my kid they gon' trap in But wait a minute why you gotta cap like an era fitted Big shoes to fill so he folded cause it never fitted Went on missions never put in work so he never did it Tell Justin let me see the glock cause I never miss him Now that nigga dead, soul in church got the reverend singing Rest in piss what I tell a nigga he not sleep in peace Your OG pussy he old nigga he gon' get impeached Like my bitches thick some with ass with emoji peach Addicted to the pussy swear to god something holding me I'm trynna stack my bread to have enough for some lawyer fees Vick a genius I recruit that boy now he on the team A Bronx nigga with some big dreams want the finer things Call my chop Mariah pull the trigger now my bitch sing Light and dark liquor got me deaded cause I'm mixing Started from the bottom now I'm on to real big things French said my little chain more than ya big chain, facts nigga Ten on my neck and they dancing it's racks nigga Dare a boy to try to reach cause he getting clapped with ya French said my little chain more than ya big chain facts nigga Uh French said my little chain more than ya big chain facts nigga Ten on my neck and they dancing it's racks nigga Dare a boy to try to reach cause he getting clapped nigga (Chh-Chh Baow) (Chh-chh boom)
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