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roddy ricch - big stepper lyrics

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yeah

mm, ayy

big stepper like big meech, mhm
i was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil’ n-gga
murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my n-gga, uh
i was told to never show no love, my n-gga

pop a xanax, i ain’t never had no feelings
what i got planned next? gotta put the stars in the ceilings
slidin’ down fairfax, n-gga i was plottin’ on the million
i want a billion n-gga, so that’s on god i ain’t chillin’

yeah, ha ha, perky, perky, dirty soda
ayy, only talk bags on the motorola
ayy, push the h-llcat like an old corolla
ayy, i’ma let these racks talk for me n-gga

b-tch i done ride with the shooters, ayy
made my cousin a k!ller
in the ’15, i was neighborhood drug dealer
i’m so cold hearted, i can’t show no love, n-gga

but i f-ck that b-tch to partynextdoor, “persian rugs”
n-gga, uh, bought a brand new ap, it was 50,000 total
it feel like the flu game, when i sold out the nova
i had to finess and get the bag, i had mad dough though
if he ain’t try and go get the safe, i get it crackin’ solo

mm, ayy
big stepper like big meech, mhm
i was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil’ n-gga
murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my n-gga, uh

i was told to never show no love, my n-gga
pop a xanax, i ain’t never had no feelings
what i got planned next? gotta put the stars in the ceilings
slidin’ down fairfax, n-gga i was plottin’ on the million
i want a billion n-gga, so that’s on god i ain’t chillin’

sour vision, bank account
had a bad b-tch put a 100,000 in her spandex
that 100 that made me million, i got it laminated
can’t f-ck with none of these broke n-ggas, they contaminated

thank god for all of these bluefaces, i barely done made it
made 40,000 on new years, took a private to vegas
i been on promethazine so long, when i’m slidin’ i’m faded
i been tryin’ to get a crib so long, now i got it, it’s gated

i been touchin’ all of these millions, i know they gon’ hate it
my chef cook up filet mignon, got sauce and then ate it
n-gga i been ballin’ every season like kobe with aim
all these n-ggas gon’ hate
i stayed down and got rich, now i’m f-ckin’ on this lil’ baby

mm, ayy
big stepper like big meech, mhm
i was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil’ n-gga
murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my n-gga, uh

i was told to never show no love, my n-gga
pop a xanax, i ain’t never had no feelings
what i got planned next? gotta put the stars in the ceilings
slidin’ down fairfax, n-gga i was plottin’ on the million
i want a billion n-gga, so that’s on god i ain’t chillin’

- roddy ricch lyrics

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