Lyrics:
major
Let me play her like a game of fuckin' SEGA
(Beep Beep) It's time to wake up
2 in the mornin'
You gotta leave, gots to sleep by myself
Cause I'm a G
These a thousand dollar pair of shoes
And you gone step on em, nigga Fuck You!
Everytime my bitch come around you
Try to talk her on the low
How could I
and doin nothin I can't be like you
Stressin bout some rat ass bitch will never be my move
Walk my steps hell naw you can't see my shoes
You wanna seat hell
and its mapped out
I ran right out the house and slapped my shoes across the pavement
Got caught up in the mix man I ain't seen that place in ages
Father
my praise
Even those these days seem dark
Don't let it get 2 ur heart, cuz u know these dark clouds won't stay
Sometimes the sunshine is clouded by
If you were in my shoes, what would you say?
Stop, this is worth knowing
So a brother can't lose if he steps my way.
Stop where are you going
If you
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbing my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
on the wrist
Two steps, hands in the air, this my shit
Look at shorty light-skinned, damn she's so thick
How she poppin', I can't wait 'til she drop it on my
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
mayne
(That's a good look for you!) Are you referrin
to the ESV Escalade with the chrome spinnin shoes?
(That's a good look for me!) Look at the way I'm
blog writers, then it was the playlists
Then it was the influencers bought out by the majors
I'm fine with flyin' under radars, gettin' faded
Laughing
the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin'
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle, I am playin' my fiddle
Ain't got nothin' to lose
Roll over
I'm on the Thruway
My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they
In the sentence that said as my essence is swept
Just to save my step well I'm still busy flexing the lenses I've kept
But the mail is the same
my life smokin' on JoJo
He was just posted up with dough though
Now he gettin' slammed by the popo
Thuggish, buggish, ruggish shit
I can't leave
the stages
And them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages
Minor league to the majors, give my workers higher wages
And I get high
in the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin'
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle, I am playin' my fiddle
Ain't got nothin' to lose
early in the morning, I'm a giving you the warning
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle, I'll play my fiddle
Ain't got nothing
early in the morning, I'm a giving you the warning
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle, I'll play my fiddle
Ain't got nothing
early in the mornin'
I'm a-givin' you the warnin'
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle
I'll play my fiddle
Ain't got nothing
I just want my momma to know your Son gone ball, your son gone ball, Your son gone ball
Yeah yeah uh yeah yeah Put my socks And shoes on right now,
interesting it's me, Dana Dane
I lived in a house with my cruel step-dad
And two step-brothers who treated me bad
I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors
like the way you slide it, ride it
Don't hide it, divide it, I'm two steps behind it
I like the way you rock, I hope you never stop
I like the way
Two steps forward but four steps back
The game gets better if you're tripping sack
We're all friends and we never get lonely
But when it comes
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