letra de stepped on satan - bigbabygucci
[intro]
(ryno)
yeah-yeah
uh-uh
[chorus]
boy, it’s, “f-ck ya, f ya, you a opp”
f-ck ’round and get yo’ shooter dropped
f-ck n-gga think he bulletproof
my n-gga think he as tough as i
i’m gettin’ guap, f-ck minimum wage
red-tipped bullets, i sent yo’ way
k!lled that p-ssy, that’s doa
i’m ’bout money, girl, i cannot stay in
brand new bag straight from the bay
real big guns, you cannot play with
had real deep throat, tryna be my main
red bottoms shinin’ like i stepped on satan
he cannot see me now ’cause i’m too muhf-ckin’ high
p-ssy n-gga talkin’ ’bout, “hear me out,” don’t give a f-ck, he gotta die
[verse]
it’s just me, no you and i
i subtract then multiply
boy said he gon’ do me wrong, well, i’d like to see him try
told her if she ride the d-ck she better look me in my eye
she just gave me p-ssy, she ain’t know that she gave me her mind
now i’m stealing all yo’ time
for all the dogs, he tryna tame a n-gga, uh
d-mn, that p-ssy so good, you can’t even blame a n-gga
choppa big, it hold a fifty, i can’t aim it, n-gga
i might maim a n-gga
changed lanes and that lane got bigger
[chorus]
boy, it’s, “f-ck ya, f ya, you a opp”
f-ck ’round and get yo’ shooter dropped
f-ck n-gga think he bulletproof
my n-gga think he as tough as i
i’m gettin’ guap, f-ck minimum wage
red-tipped bullets, i sent yo’ way
k!lled that p-ssy, that’s doa
i’m ’bout money, girl, i cannot stay in
brand new bag straight from the bay
real big guns, you cannot play with
had real deep throat, tryna be my main
red bottoms shinin’ like i stepped on satan
he cannot see me now ’cause i’m too muhf-ckin’ high
p-ssy n-gga talkin’ ’bout, “hear me out,” don’t give a f-ck, he gotta die
[open verse]
[chorus]
boy, it’s, “f-ck ya, f ya, you a opp”
f-ck ’round and get yo’ shooter dropped
f-ck n-gga think he bulletproof
my n-gga think he as tough as i
i’m gettin’ guap, f-ck minimum wage
red-tipped bullets, i sent yo’ way
k!lled that p-ssy, that’s doa
i’m ’bout money, girl, i cannot stay in
brand new bag straight from the bay
real big guns, you cannot play with
had real deep throat, tryna be my main
red bottoms shinin’ like i stepped on satan
he cannot see me now ’cause i’m too muhf-ckin’ high
p-ssy n-gga talkin’ ’bout, “hear me out,” don’t give a f-ck, he gotta die
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