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letra de 2 stepper - rich woan

[verse 1]
wait a minute standing on business
two guns down when i’m breaking her back
i said, 2 stepper, underground seller
bullets hit the dome, got the chrome, not a seller
not jealous, my projects in your mentions
selling coke while pulling rope, this can’t get any better
opp stretcher, the underground maker
catch another drizzy, hold the city with a bl!cky
uh, locked in, feel the wind as i’m swerving
when i was 17 i felt like 21 weapons
cruising through the city with the big dogs, remember days i was so desperate, i was hugging walls
caught surprises in the mix when i was going up
but i’m still young, and dumb, i just want it all
fingers thumbing through bills, dollar general
the project never had to fail, we slanging all the food
plus, my momma in the way, so she can get it too
spare some bread for all the homies, and the dealer too
that’s why they say that i’m a-

[chorus]
2 stepper, underground seller
bullets hit the dome, got the chrome, not a seller
not jealous, my projects in your mentions
selling coke while pulling rope, this can’t get any better
[verse 2]
going crazy, like i’m brady, while we driving off
drug hazy, abort babies once them n-ggas born
i call my lady if i’m desperate for a f-ckin hug
sometimes she give in, but reality can bite your tongue
sometimes i wonder if my life will ever be situated
i heard they pulled up on a bike, cut em up like razors
drop the top, exotic gas flowing through the windows
they burn my body, and the ashes going in the grass
that’s how you know that i’ll be fire in the f-ckin’ past
i’m still alive, so don’t worry, i’m just coutin’ cash
you don’t get money? then you better get up off yo’ ass
bullets pulling a surprise on your f-ckin’ head
they said they’d k!ll you if you know where woan gets his bread
i’m jealous that you never live to what it is you said
cause even then, you would have never walked on disrespect (i’m a-)

[chorus]
2 stepper, underground seller
bullets hit the dome, got the chrome, not a seller
not jealous, my projects in your mentions
selling coke while pulling rope, this can’t get any better

[outro]
opp stretcher, the underground maker
catch another drizzy, hood the city with a bl!cky
uh, locked in, feel the wind as i’m swerving
when i was 17 i felt like 21 weapons
cruising through the city with the big dogs, remember days i was so desperate, i was hugging walls
caught surprises in the mix when i was going up
but i’m still young, and dumb, i just want it all
fingers thumbing through bills, dollar general
the project never had to fail, we slanging all the food
plus, my momma in the way, so she can get it too
spare some bread for all the homies, and the dealer too
that’s why they say that i’m a- (i’m a, i’m a)
big stepper, man
f-ck drake too

- rich woan

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