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zilla balboa, brayk - stepshow lyrics

big brayk yall know what the f+ck going on
it′s been a minute since i stepped my foot inside of the club
i know these n+ggas finna flock and know these hoes finna mug
i’m seeing red but my b+tches just gone do it because
your n+gga look then b+tch he took you gotta get it him in blood
ain′t got no patience for these hoes cause these b+tches be cheap
she bragging bout she save ten i blew that sh+t in a week
twenty three up on my neck another five on my t++th
might catch me smiling for no reason but i ain’t finna speak
you bout whatever alright cool i’m bout the same thang
mind of a maniac and i′m jus tryna maintain
might buss these b+tches head but i′m high value like i’m plain jane
might cash out at the lot so i can switch it up and change lanes
motion keep you out your feelings it′s obvious you ain’t havin none
hearing that money counter go
now that′s my type of fun
if she look she took, play your hand don’t play yourself n+gga
all that pillow talkin really bad for your health n+gga
i be moving stealth n+gga, stepping like a q+dawg
got so much wock and tris i swear that sh+t could fill a u+haul
fresher than a hoe i put that sh+t on with no effort
i ain′t never seen a drought but your trap dryer than a desert
keep it playa never personal and once it’s up it’s irreversible
been sippin yellow lately switch it up see what that purple do
took them ruccis off let′s switch up see what them forgis do
yeah you thick as h+ll but being honest you just boring boo
i hate basic b+tch son′n hoes but i don’t baby sit
only section b+tches be in is on section 8 n sh+t
steady running through these blues
while he running through them bows
same b+tch claiming they oops same b+tches wearing my clothes
i′ll sell these n+ggas dreams before i sale a n+gga my soul
just put a bussdown on my right wrist
got a hot b+tch feeling cold
i been running sh+t take score
i might double g my toes
before i ever stress about a 9 to 5
b+tch im in the kitchen on the stove
shhh be quite tonight is the night that we ride
got a sprinter trailing me with some steppers inside
they say let god deal with it i told em i tried
ok right back to the money
face full of splinters, pockets obese
forces they icy white, palm angels fleece
i bang with bangers, i trap with the trappers
i kick it with hustlers, associate with some jackers
know some growers in avondale with all types of flavors
i know a few hittas they owe me some favors
i’m thinking m8 grand coupe on forgis and skinny′s
can’t take this sh+t with me so i ain′t pinching no pennies

- zilla balboa brayk lyrics

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