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letra de the big steppers - siivagunner

[intro: florence welch & whitney alford]
oh, oh
oh, oh, oh
hold on to each other
hold on to each other
this is what the world sounds like

[interlude: taylour paige & kendrick lamar]
nah, f-ck you, n-gga (f-ck you, b-tch)
oh, wow, okay
you got me f-cked up
f-ck you

[verse 1: kendrick lamar & taylour paige]
i swear, i’m tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass b-tches (shut the f-ck up)
unstable-ass, confrontational-ass dumb b-tches
you wanna bring a n-gga down, even when i’m tryna do right
we could go our separate ways right now, you could move on with your life, i swear to god
f-ck you, n-gga, you love a pity party, i won’t show up
always act like your sh-t don’t stink, motherf-cker, grow up
forever late for sh-t, won’t buy sh-t, sit around and deny sh-t
f-ck around on a side b-tch, then come f-ckin’ up my sh-t?
what, f-ckin’ up yo’ sh-t? you must be bleedin’ and some more sh-t
b-tch, i don’t know sh-t, f-ck yo’ feelings
you on some ho sh-t
see, i don’t know why you like playin’ mind games with me (mind games? man, c’mon, bro, like, god)
b-tch, i ain’t slow nor ditsy, i know when you bein’ distant
i know when you fake busy, get out yo’ feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology
man, b-tch, you trippin’, who got you that rollie chain?
and who put that car in my name?
what, you think i’ma kiss yo’ ass?
nah, n-gga, you f-ckin’ lame
[chorus: kendrick lamar & taylour paige]
you know what? f-ck you, b-tch (f-ck you, n-gga)
nah, f-ck you, b-tch (nah, f-ck you, n-gga)
f-ck you, b-tch (nah, f-ck you, n-gga)
nah, f-ck you, b-tch (f-ck you, n-gga)
f-ck you, b-tch (f-ck you, n-gga)
f-ck you, f-ck you (f-ck you), f-ck you (f-ck you)
f-ck you, b-tch (f-ck you, n-gga)
f-ck you, b-tch (nah, f-ck you)

[verse 2: taylour paige & kendrick lamar]
wastin’ my time and energy tryna be good to you
lost friends, family, gained more enemies ’cause of you
b-tches starin’ at me at zara, ho’s scratchin’ my cars up
shoulda followed my mind in ’09 and just moved to georgia
oh, what, that’s my fault now? b-tch, you power trippin’ or guilt trippin’? (okay)
i held your ass down
you just kept me down, that’s a big difference
stressin’ myself tryna figure why i’m not good enough
goin’ to church, prayin’ for you, searchin’ for good in us
lil’ d-ck-ass n-gga that’s tryna go big
but you was suckin’ this d-ck though
well, sh-t, i shoulda sucked his
what you say?
i should’ve found a bigger d-ck
man, b-tch, get the f-ck out my face
oh, what, you mad?
shut up, b-tch, you got me f-cked up today, on god
ah-ha, you mad, lil’ feelings is shot
go text that raggedy b-tch and tell her you all that she got (man, what b-tch?)
let her know you packin’ yo’ sh-t and gotta move by the first
man, give me these f-ckin’ keys
give me my keys, i’ma be late for work
f-ck yo’ job, today gon’ be the day you walk to that b-tch
give me my f-ckin’ keys
nah, i like you parked in that b-tch
give me my keys, bro
on god, you ain’t gettin’ these keys
give me my f-cking keys
ah, now you mad at me, i got you hollerin’ for nothin’
i do the same when we f-ckin’
act like that p-ssy ain’t loose
i’d rather act like i’m cummin’
i’d rather f-ck off the juice, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?
i’d rather f-ck on your cousin
b-tch, you said you gon’ f-ck who?
you heard me, n-gga, it’s nothin’ (alright)
[chorus: kendrick lamar & taylour paige]
you know what? f-ck you, b-tch (f-ck you, n-gga)
f-ck you, b-tch (nah, f-ck you, n-gga)
no, f-ck you, b-tch (nah, f-ck you, n-gga)
f-ck you, b-tch (f-ck you, i’m sick of this n-gga), f-ck you, b-tch
(f-ck you) f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you (f-ck you)
f-ck you, bi— (f-ck you)
f-ck you, b-tch, stupid-ass b-tch

[verse 3: kendrick lamar, taylour paige, guru ant]
i don’t even know why i f-ck with you
i’ll be d-mned if i stuck with you
changed my number, i’m duckin’ you, b-tch
b-tch, whatever is comfortable
sh-t, this the type of sh-t couples do? shoulda thought about cuffin’ you, b-tch
n-gga, you dirty and you broke
ho, you goofy and gullible, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?
mm, the insecurities you got won’t mind-f-ck me
womanizer, got no affection from yo’ mama, i see
don’t speak on my mama, the f-ck is yo’ problem, b-tch?
that b-tch don’t like me anyways
b-tch, she gave you the honda
and used that sh-t to throw it in my face (man, hol’ on, bro)
find it funny you just can’t apologize (this b-tch, dawg)
egotistic, narcissistic, love, you’re all lies (bro)
see, you the reason why strong women f-cked upwhy they say it’s a man’s world, see, you the reason for trump (you crying, bro?)
you the reason, we overlooked, underpaid, under-booked, under shame
if you look, i don’t speak, then i’m called on my name
i am flawed, i am pained, never yours, i remained
you the reason b-tches start f-ckin’ with b-tches when they change
you the reason b-tches start callin’ y’all b-tches ’cause y’all useless
you the reason harvey weinstein had to see his conclusion
you the reason r. kelly can’t recognize that he’s abusive
man, shut the f-ck up, we all know you still playin’ his music
said i’m tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass b-tches
fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin’
y’all sentiments ain’t realer than what you defendin’
(here he go, shut the f-ck up) it’s a split decision, broads like you and real victims (look at you, look at you)
let’s talk the truth (okay), women in general just can’t get along (explain, n-gga)
hmm, when tash got a man, you didn’t pick up the phone (explain, n-gga)
uh-uh, when nate got a job, you said you stayin’ home (explain)
oh, why r&b b-tches don’t feature on each other songs then?
what the f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
never mind, b-tch, i’m walkin’ out
whatever, n-gga, i’m off you now
yo’ evil ass kept me well in doubt
p-ssy n-gga, best watch your mouth
p-ssy and mouth is all you got
lay this p-ssy back on the couch
doggie style, then you get on top (hey)
[interlude: guru ant, parappa, taylour paige, kendrick lamar]
you’re pretty mature than i thought. [f-ck me, n-gga (i’ma f-ck you, b-tch)]
good going. (nah, f-ck me, n-gga, f-ck me)
heh, thanks!
but you’re still bigger than your normal size [i’ma f-ck you, b-tch(nah, f-ck you, f-ck me)]
-gasp- you’re right! make me small again… [you playin’, man (f-ck me)]
nah, you playin’

[outro: whitney alford, daffy duck]
stop tap-dancing around the car door

- siivagunner

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