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Yay Hitsquad baby You know how it be What? Pay you late, oh shit Steppa, I can show you how to step A'ight cool, let me stop fucking about (Scratch Mixed It) Look Look, I want drugs and guns And I'm still taking risks, I'm still in the mix, I don't know it's fun Why you do that? I don't know, I'm drunk What's that? All I smoke is skunk Asthma, loaded pump They lose breath when I show this gun, then go link a golden one Slide round in a KIA, you would think I'm doing a school run I got tool on live when I see a KIA, look in your eyes you're shook Look, I'm shopping for wood like I gone IKEA If you had one idea, why I send money through Rio We 'bout roll up, certi, dirty We 'bout to show they're nerdy Fuck it, you know I'm sturdy, hurt me, I bet I won't die early Worthy, ski pap pap, shap, wap Fill him with lead like my name was surеly Face and socks with a super soaker, wеt up your block, they're squirty Fucking hell, S got nine on a rizzy, me and Midgy, top and tell How many points have we got? I don't know, it's a lot, I can't tell that tell We got this guy and we got this guy and then this guy got shot as well Test that quick time, ever seen pigs fly, helicopter when I bust them shells Steppa, I can show you how to step We come around in seconds, me and round two sets Weapon, riding round, who's next? Merry go, who's left? Hold on, bust a move, two step Bust a move, two step Yeah, Steppa, I can show you how to step We come around in seconds, me and round two sets Weapon, riding round, who's next? Merry go, who's left? Hold on, bust a move, two step, two step Yeah Walk or we just jump in a motor Henny, Henny I hate being sober I'm off the Henny, it's over I just be driving the bottle, no chaffeur I got a pole with no holster Broski told me he lost a Rover What? We on Mars or suttin? Bro just whip that up until it turn rock, blue or hard or suttin No, we ain't playing with hard for nuttin Like it ain't hard or suttin Charged up, I wanna charge the suttin Arms up, it's on the blaster button If I lack, it's calm, it's nuttin I just cut back with a larger suttin Blow in the air and drop that quick He want a Mac like apple, told him me and Kweng Finna cop some sticks in the field tryna tackle Hold on, I hate Jakes and they're fucking pricks, free my bro out them shackles I was out tryna buck a lick, you was out tryna fuck a chick, baffled They all lame I want a milli but dread when they see me, skate like Lil Wayne Weather man, I'm the weather man, I can tell when it's gon' rain Yeah, I feel like La Flame cah I'm the highest in the room I'm smoking on -, you know I'm smoking - too Steppa, I can show you how to step We come around in seconds, me and round two sets Weapon, riding round, who's next? Merry go, who's left? Hold on, bust a move, two step Bust a move, two step Yeah, Steppa, I can show you how to step We come around in seconds, me and round two sets Weapon, riding round, who's next? Merry go, who's left? Hold on, bust a move, two step, two step Yeah
Writer(s): Alieu Koroma, Akuma Standard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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