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Its A Nightmare On Elm Street Right Now Yea Gold Chain On My Chain (Yea, Yea) Gold Rang On My Rang Aye, Free Northside- Weezy Rip Drebo Rip Loco Out The Gate Gold chain gold rang i feel just like weezy 12's bang in the trunk i feel just like jeezy (Yea) Gold all in my mouth feeling just like sheck wes (Wes) I came from down south but my stomp and ground the west (Aye Ayee) Alabama n smoking cali best (cali best) Dirty country grammar but im Dj khalid fresh (like khalid) Where im from they know bout sticks before they alphabet Where im from you send that hit and them boys after that Step Step Step Step He Gone Step Step Step step She gone Step Step Step Step Bih Step Step Step Step Step Step Step Step He gone Step Step Step Step Step Step Step Step She gone Step Step Step Step Yo bit be calling and texting it aint no Love and affection (No love and affection) She like rubbing and touching but i like Glocks and smith wessons(Glocks and smith Wessons) I cant leave out a second i need a p for my session So many clips up in my bag its like Spike lee in my section (Where Spike) You aint talking bout money then step yo a out the way He got kilt by a 40 cal but hopped out with the drac Just a regular hood n never wanted a wraith the Type to go and get a chevy sit that b on some 8's Feel like lebron with the heat but i rock jordan 23's Swear im married to money i got down right on one knee Smoking dro with no seeds watch for the bpd They'll kick your door for that cheese you'll never know with a skee (Yea) Step Step Step Step He gone Step Step Step Step She gone Step Step Step Step Bih Step Step Step Step
Writer(s): Traivon Mccary Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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