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letra de step back - cody manson

step back lyrics
[intro: dj paul]
what up, what up? this your boy dj paul k.o.m. representing that mafia. cody manson! psychoactive! mafia! yeah!

[chorus: cody manson]
he say he want that smoke but i don’t see it though (see it though)
stomp him out with more kicks than a sneaker store (sneaker store)
i said i’m ’bout that action you ain’t believe me though (you ain’t believe me though)
now his mama crying at his funeral
step the f-ck back, b-tch, step the f-ck back
step the f-ck back, b-tch, step the f-ck back
step the f-ck back, b-tch, step the f-ck back
now his mama crying at his funeral

[verse 1: cody manson]
masked up like a hockey team
got a bag like it’s halloween (yeah)
you f-ckin’ with my collard greens
you ’bout to see some violent things (yeah)
mister helter skelter, b-tch, i’m here to scalp ya (scalp ya)
god himself can’t help ya, you about to meet the devil (devil)
you just a f-ckboy, that ain’t no mystery (mystery)
you must be suicidal ‘cuz you dissin’ me (dissin’ me)
i got some shooters that’ll do it for a pound of weed
hot lead will wash your mouth out like some listerine
yeah! i make they throats ache from the razor blade
they throwin’ shade, i’m just throwin’ hand grenades
if you run your mouth, you getting stomped out like some sh-tty coke
when the police come and ask about it, don’t n0body know (oh no)
mister miyagi getting head while sippin’ saki
you ain’t even daniel-san, you just another body
i’m not a style that you could copy, john gotti mixed with rob zombie (yeah)
don’t want to see me with these hands, i’m the real rocky
[chorus: cody manson]
he say he want that smoke but i don’t see it though (see it though)
stomp him out with more kicks than a sneaker store (sneaker store)
i said i’m ’bout that action you ain’t believe me though (you ain’t believe me though)
now his mama crying at his funeral
step the f-ck back, b-tch, step the f-ck back
step the f-ck back, b-tch, step the f-ck back
step the f-ck back, b-tch, step the f-ck back
now his mama crying at his funeral

[verse 2: at-l@tto]
they say that n-gga want smoke (oh no)
really be doin’ the most
i heard that n-gga a hoe (oh no)
cappin’ that clown he a joke
all of my n-ggas on go (oh no)
them bodies be hittin’ the floor
n-ggas be talkin’ they talkin’ ain’t never no walkin’
we ’bout to leave ’em comatose
grew up on that three 6 ain’t no lie (uh uh)
on that street sh-t, love smoking that pine (ok)
cadence from scarecrow, check the archive (you know)
through this rap sh-t, we keep ’em alive
’cause lord infamous started this triplet sh-t, little n-ggas thought it was migos
we mob in the regal, my people we keepin’ it lit, yeah, that’s really all we know
roll up a blunt, fat like burrito
and nacho cheese, ain’t no dorito
this is america, ain’t no gambino
we stack it and flip it, you know what i mean though
memphis to ohio, n-ggas running wild
i don’t f-ck with goofy (h-ll naw), he a gomer pyle
just a groupie n-gga, he be cappin’ out
we be throwin’ hands, he be backin’ down
know that we smokin’ that pack though
yeah this sh-t pressure that’s facts though
if you got a problem, you could hit my line
i’ll bring this sh-t to your back door
[chorus: cody manson]
he say he want that smoke but i don’t see it though (see it though)
stomp him out with more kicks than a sneaker store (sneaker store)
i said i’m ’bout that action you ain’t believe me though (you ain’t believe me though)
now his mama crying at his funeral
step the f-ck back, b-tch, step the f-ck back
step the f-ck back, b-tch, step the f-ck back
step the f-ck back, b-tch, step the f-ck back
now his mama crying at his funeral

[verse 3: locodunit]
(mafia!)
danger zone, i’m packing, never lacking, hold the phone
f-ck that talking, all that sh-t just sticks and stones
rollin’ with the sticks and stone
i’m blazin’, contemplatin’ breakin’ bones
torture slow but promise i won’t make it long
demons will not leave me alone
things are slowly fading, getting high, that’s on the daily
couldn’t stop it if you paid me
pass the pill and let me take it
if i overdose, f-ck, let’s hope i make it
if i do b-tch i’ll be back and elevated
i stay medicated

[verse 4: lil infamous]
let bygones be bygones or get k!lled by guns
white girl sniffin’ and that green pumpin’ my lungs
you a tough guy huh? you must wanna die one
heard you got a problem with me, check me or write one
i’ma make it happen, i ain’t cappin’, f-ck some p-ssy rappin’
if she ain’t f-ckin’, she get the boot hoe like steve madden
i’m the type of n-gga that’s gon’ go and trip yo granddaddy
draw and hit your g-wagon, now that b-tch a bandwagon
k now hoe

- cody manson

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