Steppin

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Yeah, uh, come through this bitch and I'm steppin
Don't play with me, cause I got a weapon
Run up on me, you get taught a lesson
And I'm gettin' that cheese, I'm gettin' that money

I'm countin' it up, I'm countin' them benjams
I got hella racks, I bet you have less ya
This bitch throwin' ass and I throw a band ya
Yes I'm a fein for the cheese and no it ain't funny

I spend all this money just so I can dress ya
Pull out these racks, now you impressed ya
Prada my bag and you rockin guess ya
Bitch, I promise you, stay down for me

I'll put you in prada, you know I'm gon' bless ya
Put her in designer, she get on her knees
She suck on the D, then I pull her dress up
And I got the heat it stay on the dresser

She play with my stick and want me to undress her
She givin' good brain, this bitch hella clever
She ain't got a brain, she ain't a professor
Rick Owen kicks and yes they is leather

You know that I'm steppin' in any weather
I'm smokin' gas ya I'm smokin' pressure
Bitch ask to hit, you know I won't let her
you know that I'm fly, I'm fly like a feather

Sayin' you fly, okay, whatever
Said, when can we hang I said, whenever
She using me just for the dick, it's my pleasure
Got a new bitch and her name's Tanisha

Ya, bitch think she boujee, she drink margaritas
But i ain't judgin', put lean in two liter
I'm sippin' that drank while in the two-seater
I'm sippin' that drank while in the two-seater

This hoe suckin' dick, you know she's an eater
Bitch I'm just sayin, you go against me
I'll treat you like Meg and I'm gon' be Peter
Yo hoe like my song, she play on the speaker

She knowin' it's wrong, I guess she a cheater
High off this bong, high off this jeeter
Ain't worried bout nothin', just smokin on refer
Yeah, uh, come through this bitch and I'm steppin

Don't play with me, cause I got a weapon
Run up on me, you get taught a lesson
And I'm gettin' that cheese, I'm gettin' that money
I'm countin' it up, I'm countin' them benjams

I got hella racks, I bet you have less ya
This bitch throwin' ass and I throw a band ya
Yes I'm a fein for the cheese and no it ain't funny
I spend all this money just so I can dress ya

Pull out these racks, now you impressed ya
Prada my bag and you rockin guess ya

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