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C 1993 MCJAMES MUSIC BMI
WRITTEN BY STEVE MCCLINTOCK, TIM JAMES AND MARK MANCINA

of called me steve austin im stone cold
She a pro someone put her in a go go
How you deep throat still hit them high notes
Fuck me all night man left with my

negative now it's the opposite 
Fill up my pockets and fill up on confidence 
Now it's unanimous I'm Steve Austin anonymous promises 
I took the losses then

to say
You got me feeling Nicki cause you love in the way
Cause you done got me whipped down by the bay
Telling me you want me to be your bae
You know you

make that bitch came back Iced out, I'm iced out again

I love my money, nice and crisp Hustling hard so I can buy me a new
whip Niggas be hating, but I

opened up more doors
Trust gon see me touring by twenty twenty four

Nothing more nothing less feel like i'm rino
Nigga i'm one of one there ain't no

killers, boy, you soft as Barbie Niggas keep that trash and they mop
Let them eat the garbage, down by the block I got brains, I was smart as Harvard
Rollin'

paper, me and my team
Slip by the loafs, in the time I'm in on money, I had to get the loafs, cuz I'm dipped in gold
I be dipped in gold, I'm on raw, I

I am

Yeah, baby, yeah, I'm in that fit
I've been around for two decades
Yeah, I bet you would love to see
Why you walkin' through my shadow

Off

of the street
It's so sweet, just like the Equi's
I love cheese, monkeys, chimpanzees
Money, got stacks of these and it's funny when my mind's at ease
Uh
Yo,

and a God wit them flows
What’s a hater if you only make moves wit the bros?
What is love to a simp? It is lust to a hoe
Now I hear them Christians all

harm me
Skin bout as thick as the 'stache on Steve Harvey
Girl bout as thick as the red ribbon army
Blunt bout as thick as a branch from a log tree
But I

J Got The Banga’s 

Glllttttttttttt 
I got a dilemma 
I fell in love with this N*** 
He was a member 
It was around Beyoncès birthday
That’s how I

Grim
SJ
Steve James
Crooked Letter J
I flip the switch and kick the grind into over drive
Third eye open I scope the prize and aim high
I fall off

In my feelings, ain't no shame neither
When you walk by, I act like I ain't see ya
When you flyer than a drone with your fine ass
Should provide you

don't do Steve Madden, she do Jimmy Choo
We keep getting more paper, don't know about you
You say you got racks, don't know if it's true
We can tell that

he's the one
like yo index
We next
Jus like auditions
But he way more gifted
No holiday
Jolly day
Guvna
Any mother's wanna listener jus wanna say we love

Steve Martin, I get it cheaper by the dozen
Sit and flip the pack till it's gone, real hustlin
Don't even try when I pull bitches, McLovin' Reachin' for

that cake

Start up front or bottom, no trade
All in like I'm playing poker
Love green like a man with choker
Got bars, I ain't talking jail

I'm a god,

it's time to stop
Same method, man, gon' get you locked
Now you most def, jam, chasing clout
United with my master, like I'm Steve Stoute
And I meant

chilled with someone and got nervous
I love hearing you talk about your purpose
I ain't doubt you for a second I know your worth it
Every chick in my sight

trunk
Only smoke on that shit that smells like a skunk
Grouped together and equally subjugated
Exact clones made by a simple cut and paste
Feel my words

a little more
Now you can see if me and Steve was in the Box store
He can take it
And walk right out of the front door
I can pay and get stopped
What you

red
Feelin' like 21Kay, I'm off of the meds
I know you wanna play by the rules I'm staying up with you
I feel like Steve Harvey, I'm playing the feud