Lyrics:
niggas be hoes these niggas aint really bout shit
I got a show step on them niggas that think they gon run in my shit
Count up the bands I'm dizzy
I know
slang I use
breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews. (2X)
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check
your girl put it on me (Waddup!)
I love it when you got your ass clappin for me (Waddup!)
Your big ass cover the back of my harley (Waddup!)
Ass from
to get him to stop laying eggs
And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps
I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers
Kicked the swinging doors
back and make room for more
Not looking in the mirror, but seeing for sure
And one thing I realize is I been at war
2 Forms of me fighting, claw to claw
that bag and I can't step back
And I might catch flack
And I might get jack
And I'm not getting tagged
And I'm not getting mad
'Cause He got my back so
them niggas winning from sinning
They scamming, I’m famished
I might vanish from the damage caused by anguish
I don’t give a fuck about opening up
Those the ones that I bump from the subs in the trunk
'Cause I'm twisting up in CT (yeah)
I was in my Sean John hoodie with a taste of Sam Goody
Back
the music
You are the music
Austin is the music
Texas is the music
We are the mu-sic
Yo I take two steps forward
Taking one step back
Every time I
lucky you
They're givin' us, a two minute warning
Oh my heart
Changing the way I kill
By changing the way I feel
Step forward
Everybody,
lucky you
They're givin' us, a two minute warning
Oh my heart
Changing the way I kill
By changing the way I feel
Step forward
Everybody,
lucky you
They're givin' us, a two minute warning
Oh my heart
Changing the way I kill
By changing the way I feel
Step forward
Everybody,
Now everybody do the Bart (do the Bart, y'all)
Now everybody do the Bart (do the Bart, y'all)
2 Live, bring it on back, that's how you move
Bring
chalk like a black board
The coke chorus, Soprano, piano provocateur
I mob forward get knocked for it
I play keys and got the locks for em
It's an art
fuckin
Ridin my dick like a horse buckin buckin
Now I'm gettin that enlightenment in my life
I'm missin that excitement
Thinkin about how these two
these two girls could excite me
Then it hit me -- both of them liked me
Huh, HAHA, yeah that's the lick
Listen and learn, while I kick some more
paid shows, vacay on the holidays
You be with them lame niggas, I be on the finer things
Two step my way to a bag, get up out my way
Ayy, it's too
She slick, Slim thick
That's a bust down
Pour eight, Not two in my cup now
Big step in these shoes
I might step on em
How I clutch at the light, I
Hold Up
The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord by the Lord ordered ordered by the Lord I am a Man Man I got some demons to slay I got some
A punani gate, I'm a potential felon
Izm is smellin, like I ain't even tellin
Channel one two, I'm smashin the law
Channel three, I make a run
doggs, but can't compare to doggs
It's like one to the two, two to the three
K to the you-are-you-P-T
In fact, I steps with a tech in
and shake your hips around tonight
Take a one step forward and a two steps back tonight
Then take a one step left and two steps right tonight
And then roll
Everything
Endlessly falling
Always stumbling in the dark
For each one forward
Two steps back to back it up
'Cause I gave you away
In an effort to start
the angel of death
Either forward or it's backwards I'm still taking a step
They say boogs u really 60s yeah I bang to the left
If I catch them right in front
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