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letra de step out - ​jonoftf

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[verse: maajins]
i put the [?], b-tch, and i get up and learn, uh
n-ggas pullin’ that fye out, if he talk sh-t, he get burned
i’m takin’ this sh-t back, n-gga, you can’t get no turn
yo’ b-tch on my d-ck now, yeah, i can’t [?]
yeah, hm, i’ma step out, look at my bag
these n-ggas live on the net, they can’t get me mad (yuh, yuh)
this b-tch in the trap-house, hm, sendin’ em’ that (sendin’ em that)
he talkin’ tough, then we blast him up, leave him in dirt (bah, bah, bah, bah)

[verse: slump6s]
hop in a trackhawk, leavin’, put bro in the dust
yeah, uh, uh, everything dead now, don’t give a f-ck ‘bout a trust (yeah-uh)
aye, three-hundred, goat b-tch, who really f-cking with us?
ayе, uh, we make him float, b-tch, he talkin’, turn him to dust
yеah, i’m the six-in-the-one, yo’ b-tch, she know that already
and my flow, yeah, you stole that already
hop in the car, [?], 7.62, turn his bone to spaghetti
i’m with gang, all the way to the top
they tryna be ‘some, that they not, [?]
i don’t release, i don’t even drop
he think it’s beef, ‘till he meet the glock (‘till he meet the glock, what? what?)
[verse: jonoftf]
lil’ b-tch, i’m hittin’, fasho
uh, might check for chrome, i hit for [?], play with them bands, fasho
yeah, i step out flee, all the ho’s on me, and they all tens, you know?
[?], even thats my gang, [?]
choppa way too crazy, i gotta chill, how much did i spend, lil bro?
d-mn, like 2k, don’t give a f-ck ‘bout what you say
i’m coutin’ cash, lil’ b-tch, uh, gettin’ money, it’s a new day

[verse 2: maajins]
yuh, fifty-ball in the sky, lets see what the birds say
n-ggas on d-ck, now hip to the wordplay
uh, fifty-plus-twos, knock him, get him st-rdy
yeah, b-tch i’m coming first, you n-ggas in third place

[verse: jonoftf]
i don’t rock jewelry, my fit cost enough (yeah-uh)
yeah, [?], lil’ b-tch, i’m bossin’ up
smokin’, white nightmare, i’m too high, d-mn, i’m feeling nauseous, huh?
countin’ this cash, talkin’ my sh-t, i ain’t work in office, yeah
yeah, n-gga talk down on the gang, then we finna off him, yeah
i can’t trust no b-tch, n-gga, gotta move in caution, yeah
bad lil’ b-tch, ass too fat, yeah, she kinda flawless, huh?
you either got the sauce, or you don’t, ain’t n0body tall as ya’

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