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letra de step up - skengfield

[intro: jango]
anyting grrr get brrr

[verse 1: jango & s’kizz]
choppa, kevo, bush
don’t act like the 9 don’t die
we don’t talk ’bout them man
only talk ’bout chop ‘cah you know why
if i add nb to the mix that’s too much smoke, oh no
my n-ggas really got two souls
if you know, then you know
why you leg when you’re doing up big mouth?
in the polo, suttin’ like ralph
that’s bad for your health when i step like stealth when i press me a milf, milf, milf
a machine i’d love to fire
being a snitch is haram
they go to the jakes, assalamualayk-m
h-ll nah, i don’t flex with bacon
[verse 2: jango & s’kizz]
i don’t know for the 3×3’s
they ain’t done nuttin to me, they ain’t touched none of my g’s
talk is cheap, buck me in thе streets
t wayne and e1’s mixtape, suttin’ got splashed samе day they dropped
i need a different kind of thot
gimme the drop, i’m locking it off
i flex with same when i see me a paigon
had to step up like channing tatum
that’s blatant, blatant
i got jewels to my name, thats blatant
buss my flap, now i gotta be patient
until i see govs plottin’, plottin’ to catch man, dottin’
anti-grrr, grab him and chop him

[verse 3: jango]
i’m going on a glide like bart
e1 really knows about pyc; put his hand in
front of his heart
they said skengfield n-ggas been taking off
the edmonton rappers, ’cause thats our flex
i know db’s sh-tting bricks right now, ’cause he knows he’s next
i became an og when i swung that ‘chete at my og
i’m straight from the 3, that’s real brown blood inside of me
i told tuco “throw up the brown ting”
he told me “jangs, i’m throwing up black”
i said “bro, just do what you do” ‘cah he done a mad ting on a counter-attack
and on defense too
ask them man, trust they know
zt really stained my block, tell the n-gga come clean his blood off the road
[verse 4: s’kizz]
if they think we’re lying, go ask e1, zt, telly
go ask tiny chop, ask dv, go ask twin, tuggz and snaps
ask mickz in jail, got splashed
ask bmoney, ish and giant, these n-ggas have all been chinged we put guys on hospital beds, don’t lose your friends
bro, i can’t sleep
so i ride an ‘016 fashion
gonna rip my garms when i step with arms
on my mother, of course i’m stubborn
dot-dot, kitchen, no it’s not modern
they run when we call them golems, don’t be silly
gaza win with the geezers
cooling off, eating maltesers

- skengfield

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