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Big stepper when I walk in better kneel down I'm known for fucking niggas' bitches, get your girl from round Send some hollows through your huddle, we gon' fuck up your crowd Put a potato on my cannon, this bitch still loud Bitches tryna cuff me but I can't get arrested Talking like he tough, man go leave the nigga fleshless Double G, double C, my wardrobe stay the freshest Never fuck with snakes, only real ones on the guest list Told that bitch get out my face, hoe you ain't special Y'all be smoking on bullshit, know y'all hate pressure I don't ever take no L, I just take straight lessons 30 hanging out the Wesson, look like a tape measure All that talking out your neck, we gon' leave your face severed Shotty get to booming, sound like straight rain weather She ain't tryna fuck with Ari, she must hate pleasure Shout out Coi, I'm only doing things that make me better Big stepper when I walk in better kneel down I'm known for fucking niggas' bitches, get your girl from round Send some hollows through your huddle, we gon' fuck up your crowd Put a potato on my cannon, this bitch still loud This hoe seen me in public, she wanna take photos In the damn hellcat charger, this bitch got four doors Luxury store in my closet, that's my wardrobe Nigga sit down, you know you can't afford those Big stepper when I walk in better kneel down I'm known for fucking niggas' bitches, get your girl from round Send some hollows through your huddle, we gon' fuck up your crowd Put a potato on my cannon, this bitch still loud Big stepper when I walk in better kneel down I'm known for fucking niggas' bitches, get your girl from round Send some hollows through your huddle, we gon' fuck up your crowd Put a potato on my cannon, this bitch still loud In the backseat with some hoes They ain't got no clothes Put the dick in her mouth and she let me take a photo These nigga watch what I do, man these boys some homos Back in school y'all the same niggas wore fake Polo Now I do it dolo, yeah I'm on my solo I ain't heard your trash ass music, I ain't steal your flow bro But if I did, I do it better, nigga I'm so cold With your girl I get her wetter when you not at home Big stepper, I got big feet, call me big Shaq If I took your hoe, just know can't get your bitch back Boy you got a 9-5, nigga you don't flip packs Speeding down the 95, I push the scat pack Ima do what I set my mind on, call me Gon If you in the way of my dreams we gon' get you gone Got a new girl, I'm with the gang so I'm in my zone All this machinery on me, call me Autozone
Writer(s): Marcus Esparza Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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