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ryler smith - step lyrics

step, you’ll get wrecked up son, come show some recognition
hold position, buck-buck back, we drum an exposition
– expeditions in p-ssies, rookies we all been over
cooking dishes before i’m knocked back in a coma
i got that pepper for proper taste – aroma
i top my paste with traces i brought up when i was broke son
lace a cobra with a chain out of coca
i drop mad sh-t, even my listeners smell the odor
gross, hand ya deodhyrant
i’m blowing down ya wind son!
ain’t even talking bout people who lit they winstons
or chesters, marls – whatever, you f-ckin stink
a young n-gga people say he think like 86
b-tch, life ain’t lady though, ask ryan in private
rich, my mind is filling with lessons that i aquire
think, what is your fire? – – blink and cry out loud
on the brink of the cloud, i’m bout to bow down to the sink of the power
be sick in a hour

who got the groove, we got the groove – step up
who got the groove, we got the groove – step up
who got the groove, we got the groove – step up
so come step up if you think you got the groove son
(x2)

( züri i represent x2 )

züri i represent, put us on the map (son)
we drugging the compet-tion, give me cushions and a jack hun
f-ck with my cynical devil and feel my treble
i bussst a move on channel, 9, styles i get into
-on etcetera, riley setting incredible levels
step in a specular sphere in a sec i wreck ya
come correct, come running and wonder who’s the
– real n-gga – up on the set, i drop the groove sir

son, son, son, son
son, if you think you got the groove son
(x2)

(züri)
(infinity style)

- ryler smith lyrics

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