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wish rainer - step lyrics

[verse 1: socole]

cole
steppin’ on these haters like a bug in the projects
and i done come a long way from bein the plug wit the pyrex
so now i’m up now
thirty five thousand for a buss down
hoes see me got em’ screamin wit they arms up like a touchdown
it’s good hoe
come here be my cheerleader
ain’t no turnin’ back now
travelin’ around the world the airline know my background
ain’t no need for tsa
i talk my sh+t that’s psa
i be across border wit my vatos yeah that’s me esse
alright
yeen steppin how i’m steppin’
hardest in my city yeen rapping how i’m rapping
alright
step
stеp
step

[pre verse : wish rainer]

uhh, gave you n+ggas chances you f+ckеd up it’s my time now
shawty called me corny back in high school she’s my type now
f+ck a necktie on my formal got a buss down
always keep a nina not the type that you can walk down, i step
[verse 2: wish rainer]

wish rainer, we back at it
fight till i drop i ain’t tapping out
i’m taking risks but i’m still on my comfort zone
f+ck with my dawg and you not gonna make it home
ain’t got no son but these n+ggas i’m fathering
hotboi but you know that i’m cold
ticks on my kicks got my foot on they necks
said it i meant it i stand on my words
summer time but i ride with that fire
yeah i’m that n+gga i’d die for my brothers
chasing the bag if do sh+t for my mama
i know i’m hot you don’t gotta say it
know i’m a savage they ain’t finna play wit me
lay on your back no i ain’t finna play with it
say they my opps when i drop they be playing it
act like they tough hit em up they ain’t saying sh+t
i call the shorts i ain’t taking no orders
left me for a n+gga now she getting played like my songs
stacking this bread this sh+t taller than shaq
my girl a ten so i gotta brag
step on your n+gga i did it on purpose
my boy got a tek you gon die if you acting
ball on these n+ggas like stephen curry
i go dash on the beat like i’m in a hurry
my spit is ill think i need me a doctor
rap like i’m preaching i’m feeling like jesus
dropping hot lines this sh+t is too easy, go hard in them verses like johnny sins
no time for love that sh+t is too tricky
hang with no phonies a n+gga too picky, my temper shot a quickie
gave me this beat ima k!ll it gunna
go platinum like wunna
ayy, fought with my girl she found out i’m cheating
she blocked my number and socials i text her on email

- wish rainer lyrics

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