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letra de steppin - j neat, baby2 & why g

[intro: j neat]
(ayy, cash, this a f-ckin’ hit)
let’s go, let’s go (uh-huh)
let’s go, let’s go (uh-huh)
let’s go, let’s go (uh-huh)
let’s go

[verse 1: j neat]
cro’ did the last show, cro’, let me get this (let me get this)
i want your life, i ain’t takin’ your necklace
long live rico, i move so reckless
he ain’t got oxygen, he ain’t been steppin’ (step, step)
steppin’, steppin’ (baow, baow), steppin’, steppin’ (baow, baow)
pull up and you know that we stretch sh-t (baow, baow)
headshot so i know that we left him
like the iron, you know that we press sh-t (baow, baow)

[verse 2: why g]
couple bodies, and i got ‘еm separate (separatе piece)
i can’t f-ck with that b-tch, she’s so desperate (des’)
i might slide on your block, no electrics
stand over a boy, do him hectic (ha, ha)
real gangster, come from genetics
heard they shot up jj like he’s red-ck (rrah)
he got more shots than diabetics
he got left in his house like a tenant (baow)
[verse 3: baby2]
switch on the back, had to press it (grr)
new [?] and i can’t wait to test it
cro’ put this bo4 on the tennis
call it hotspot way these bullets connectin’ (ha, ha)
he ain’t got no heart, you should bench him (bench)
look for a car, then go slide on his bredrins
i spotted him from far, cro’, we gotta get this
i’m live in the spot, know i brought my weapon

[verse 4: j neat]
i’m on your block tiptoein’, creepin’
stick in my hand, i see him, i leave him
i’m tryna nose sh-t like a kleenex
this one out the fifth, send your n-gga to jesus
you missin’ dead friends, send you to meet ’em
bullets stay high, high off the meter
like i’m in miami, how i keep a heater
just like a faucet, have a n-gga leakin’

[verse 5: why g]
murder people in the broad day, in the evening (oof)
let them play out, so i made the gun sweep ’em (grr)
all my air forces got creases (crease)
ride down your block like [?] (skrrt)
if i shoot, then you know so it’s against defense (nah)
how you get shot and you still ain’t redeem it? (b-tch)
two fifties, that’s two titties, that’s cleavage (wass)
drippin’ some palm angel, i’m a demon
[verse 6: baby2]
went with the car, he brought her back a remix
high, vision blurry, but i’m still gonna beat it (ha, ha)
aim for the head, not the boy, i’m not beavis (no, no)
he tried to run, but he stuck, he ain’t leavin’ (boy)
till somethin’ gettin’ bun, boy, we ain’t leavin’ (we pull away)
we put him by the sun, way past the ceiling (that’s [?])
and you ain’t did nothin’, boy, how you demon?
how the opps pull up, got your gun you ain’t squeezin’ (how you do that?)

[outro: j neat]
let’s go, let’s go (uh-huh)
let’s go, let’s go (uh-huh)
let’s go, let’s go (uh-huh)
let’s go, let’s go

- j neat baby2 why g

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