- Heavy Steppers Heavy Steppers 歌词
- Heavy Steppers
- 制作人 : Dyleechi
These ain't no old hundreds, b!tch, these new (Yeah, they blue)
And I ain't steppin' in no club without my crew (What, think I'm a fool?)
All my n!ggas violent, they some loose (Screw, screw)
Everybody 'round me up a deuce (Deuce, deuce), look, baby
Your boyfriend been broke, that ain't nothin' new (That ain't nothin' new)
He don't know about Gucci, Givenchy, that Prada, that Fendi, that Louis (Nah)
He don't know about spend a few racks and then make it right back in the morning (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
And he remind me of Sebastian, 'cause that n!gga corny (Corny)
I ain't never popped a Perky, how 'bout you? (Oh, shawty)
Let's get a hotel room, see what it do (Mmh)
I was tryna squeeze all on her butt-butt, she like, "Uh-uh, these ain't for you" (Huh?)
"Unless you show a lil' money, I probably can see what I can do" (Fxck she on, Millie?)
B!tch, we got money in here (B!tch)
Say you broke, baby, what is you here for? (Huh?)
I used to lay my life up on the line
Blow the nine and I roll up the window
I was shootin' at n!ggas that's 6'4"
I get to performing, they get low (Huh?)
Spazz told me they low and I was like, "10-4"
Now n!ggas doin' the limbo
B!tch, I don't fxck with n!ggas 'cause they fu' (Fugazi)
You think that I'm fleetus 'cause it's true (B!tch, I'm fleetus)
B!tch, turn the AC on, heat up the stu', uh (Oh, it's hot as hell)
N!gga, I don't want this b!tch, come get your boo (Come get your boo)
Just like Milie said, I'm up a deuce
Shawny and Pront up a deuce (We bustin')
50 a junkie, b!tch, he up a truce
He turn a n!gga to juice (Bah)
And I got some savages in my back pocket
You don't want me lettin' 'em loose (Gang, gang)
And they gon' spray everywhere just like confetti, lil' b!tch
They ain't chasing the goose
These ain't no old hundreds, b!tch, these new (Yeah, they blue)
And I ain't steppin' in no club without my crew (What, think I'm a fool?)
All my n!ggas violent, they some loose (Screw, screw)
Everybody 'round me up a deuce (Deuce, deuce), look, baby
Your boyfriend been broke, that ain't nothin' new (That ain't nothin' new)
He don't know about Gucci, Givenchy, that Prada, that Fendi, that Louis (Nah)
He don't know about spend a few racks and then make it right back in the morning (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
And he remind me of Sebastian, 'cause that n!gga corny (Corny)
I ain't never popped a Perky, how 'bout you? (Oh, shawty)
Let's get a hotel room, see what it do (Mmh)
I was tryna squeeze all on her butt-butt, she like, "Uh-uh, these ain't for you"
"Unless you show a lil' money, I probably can see what I can do"
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