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letra de stepped on - cassius jay

[intro]
that ain’t me, bro
somebody else rapped that sh-t
that ain’t me on there, bro
that ain’t me, who rappin’ this sh-t?
that’s not me, bro
that’s not me
that boy c-ssius
look

[chorus]
keep some steppers with me like a step-shelf
suck that motherf-cker ’til you strep throat, yeah
she know i’m a dog, she go to petco
all we smoke is exotic, this the best smoke
told him let it go but he so hard-headed
he done got his partner whacked, now he a pallbearer
yeah, climbing up them racks like they some tall stairs
when i tell my shooters look, they be like, “aw yeah”

[verse 1]
they’ll vacuum seal
call my partner, pull up with a pack of pills
really real
selling mounds of soft, i don’t need a deal
where the doctor, need a pill
know we eating different meals
see a ho and fishing reel
i’m just tryna pull her in
she gon’ f-ck, she f-ck with ben
double cup of perky-10
young n-gg- gon’ murk somethin’ quick
that gon’ be his first offense
see the police, jump the fense
that love sh-t don’t pay no rent
i’ma give you nine shots
you won’t survive like 50 cent
candy lady, fifty cent
p-ssy n-gg- got me bent
i don’t want no city girl
’cause i don’t got no city d-ck
f-ck them racks, i’m really rich
f-ck the police, plead the fifth
kick that ho out all that broke sh-t
call an uber, need a lift

[verse 2]
she tryna turn my iphone to a we-phone, i got three phones
two plays and the weed gone, that’s what we on
earrings in my earlobes, they got big stones
make a b-tch speak a different language, rosetta stone
grandma always told me take the trash out
you a groupie baby acting like a mascot
mama always told me don’t trust n-body
been through so much sh-t, i got tats on my whole body
yeah, sticks on me, i could cut a tree down, chop, chop
you a lil’ boy, you’ll get your -ss whooped, pop, pop
all y’all b-tches get off my d-ck, hop, hop
pull up on a n-gg- in a droptop
see your lil’ -ss, go pop, pop

[chorus]
look, keep some steppers with me like a step-shelf
suck that motherf-cker ’til you strep throat, yeah
she know i’m a dog, she go to petco
all we smoke is exotic, this the best smoke
told him let it go but he so hard-headed
he done got his partner whacked, now he a pallbearer
yeah, climbing up them racks like they some tall stairs
when i tell my shooters look, they be like, “aw yeah”

- cassius jay

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