sbg kemo – heavy steppers lyrics
[chorus: ke millie & sbg kemo]
these ain’t no old hundreds, b-tch, these new (yeah, they blue)
and i ain’t steppin’ in no club without my crew (what, think i’m a fool?)
all my n-ggas valid, they some loot (skrrt, skrrt)
everybody ’round me up a deuce (deuce, deuce), look, baby
your boyfriend been broke, that ain’t nothin’ new (that ain’t nothin’ new)
he don’t know about gucci, givenchy, that prada, that fendi, that louis (nah)
he don’t know about spend a few racks and then make it right back in the morning (uh-uh, uh-uh)
and he remind me of sebastian, ’cause that n-gga corny (corny)
i ain’t never popped a perky, how ’bout you? (oh, shawty)
let’s get a hotel room, see what it do (mmh)
i was tryna squeeze all on her b-tt-b-tt, she like, “uh-uh, these ain’t for you” (huh?)
“unless you show a lil’ money, i probably can see what i can do” (f-ck she on, millie?)
[verse: sbg kemo]
b-tch, we got money in here (b-tch)
say you broke, baby, what is you here for? (huh?)
i used to lay my life up on the line
blow the nine and i roll up the window
i was shootin’ at n-ggas that’s 6’4″
i get to performing, they get low (huh?)
stash told me they low and i was like, “10-4”
now n-ggas doin’ the limbo
b-tch, i don’t f-ck with n-ggas ’cause they fu’ (fugazi)
you think that i’m fleetus ’cause it’s true (b-tch, i’m fleetus)
b-tch, turn the ac on, heat up the stu’, uh (oh, it’s hot as h-ll)
n-gga, i don’t want this b-tch, come get your boo (come get your boo)
just like milie said, i’ma produce
shiny and partner produce (we bustin’)
50 a junkie, b-tch, he up a truce
he turn a n-gga to juice (bah)
and i got some savages in my back pocket
you don’t want me lettin’ ’em loose (gang, gang)
and they gon’ spray everywhere just like confetti, lil’ b-tch
they ain’t chasing the goose
[chorus: ke millie]
these ain’t no old hundreds, b-tch, these new (yeah, they blue)
and i ain’t steppin’ in no club without my crew (what, think i’m a fool?)
all my n-ggas valid, they some loot (skrrt, skrrt)
everybody ’round me up a deuce (deuce, deuce), look, baby
your boyfriend been broke, that ain’t nothin’ new (that ain’t nothin’ new)
he don’t know about gucci, givenchy, that prada, that fendi, that louis (nah)
he don’t know about spend a few racks and then make it right back in the morning (uh-uh, uh-uh)
and he remind me of sebastian, ’cause that n-gga corny (corny)
i ain’t never popped a perky, how ’bout you? (oh, shawty)
let’s get a hotel room, see what it do (mmh)
i was tryna squeeze all on her b-tt-b-tt, she like, “uh-uh, these ain’t for you”
“unless you show a lil’ money, i probably can see what i can do”
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