Lyrics:
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
Jesus He fight for me
But I fight too
I'm Peter with the sword
Let it strike you
(Yeah)
He gave me these hands I just might use
So move, move, move,
roam the blue
And you bet not call the police ‘cause every
Step you take I’ll be watching you
I’ll be watching you
I swear every step you take
I’ll be
Chris Atlas, David Amaya
I could fucking go on bro, Lory, Peter, Kate and Gabe
We gon' get into the rest later, man, but I fucking love y'all
Let's get
social justice or
Being really into Trump
Well, fuck me, I'm all by myself
It's not my fault
I'm like Peter Pan but racist, I'm based
Fly through your
faggot
The Jackson 5 raped Janet
With cubic zirconia's fucked his own mother
Hanging babies off the balcony
Bitch, you could have dropped it!
Faggot
that would make the White House jealous
Well I do get a little much over-impressed
'Til I think of Peter and Paul and the apostles
I don't stack
reload
Stick by the rules
Play with my money, I'll make you a fool
Peter the piper, I'm snake and the viper
The money combiner
The money combustin'
Come
this bitch
You call her Stephanie
I call her Steph 'round this bitch
Now back to whipping the baby
On some step mama shit
I come direct with my shit
him crazy
White’ll drip on my wrists like
Before you feed the baby!
Tell Smack he need to pay me
You never been crackin’
(swoo-swoo) Cut before he go:
then we snuk upstairs
Step by step with a hint of fear
We got into my room, bitch started to scream
Momma busted in with a fucked up scene
Shirt
rolling in the change now
Gucci Prada baby promised everything would change up
Cause now we living famous I would get you anything ya
Fly around like Peter
In Peace to mah man Frank D.) "No doubt, Frank D."
(Uh, uh.. yeah)
"I feel ya"(Uh, uh, yeah) "I feel ya playa... Money Boss, step runners, Peter
rules the step to the rep that I kept
For a long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
I got mor flavour then a truck load of Snickers
Ya punch her
rules the step to the rep that I kept
For a long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
I got more flavor then a truck load of Snickers
Ya punch her
baby to the floor if you cant dance by yourself
Now slide Now slide
And step back
Step back
Now slide and slide
Do ya lil step
Do ya lil step
Now slide
nigga
Make me have to step my flow up I been down my nigga
But I remember I gotta voice that could make these niggas cry but you
Couldn't even do this man
the finish line, you know we always winning
Black and white suits but this shit is made of linen
Got double Rs cause me and my homies always twinning
Hitting
a Nina, she a keeper, she skeet every time I finger tease her
I ran a nigga down to my demons, I keep that dog around like Peter
Got a fifty-round drum
St. Peter's balcony
Her white veil screwed on tight
Smoking, her last cigarette
And there's one thing on her mind
Is this the man for me?
them with
White lines
Quest for love but
I'm searching for the right kind
Let me show you what I've seen
In my lifetime
Superhero like
You'd think that I
(Yéééé)
Step by step, turning big step (Tchaaaa)
You shouldn't keep trying to perpetrate
Just be yourself it's okay
Red and white, Santa Claus is black
Lack
below
No animal can ever go toe-to-toe
Dare ya, step up, bitch
Not sayin' lyrical, meet him in the ring
Shit
Please swing first
Don't care how many
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
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