| I’m in that third lane switchin'
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| Bitches know me as unforgivin'
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| Soon as I fuck 'em, I dump 'em out the whip and start to rippin'
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| Flick my cigar 'cause this playa pimpin' show no love to hoes
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| Gold blades, choppin' up cement wherever Rami goes
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| Swing to the left and, uh, swing to the right (Okay)
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| As I push up the Caddy I’m bumpin' on Tommy Wright
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| And they know they cannot touch me
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| Your girlfriend been tryna fuck me
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| I been posted at the crib, just smokin', thumbin' through all my money
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| Flossin', candy glossin'
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| Gucci steppin' while I’m walkin', call the papi
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| Boy, you simpin' over bitches, man, I see you sobbin'
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| I don’t want your fuckin' guts, get on your knees and start to slobbin'
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| International pimpin', been fuckin' hoes around the world
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| Got me a bitch that speaks the Swahili, and Spanish girl
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| Rose gold playa shit, tailored suits and gator kicks
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| Open up my mouth, you see the 24k when I spit (Yuh)
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| I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain’t even hop out yet
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| I’m just a real-life player, bet the .40 make you two-step
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| I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain’t even hop out yet
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| I’m just a real-life player, bet the .40 make you two-step
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| Six in the mornin', hit the blunt and I’m zonin'
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| These bitches swarmin', steppin' on my Versace flowin'
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| Candy coatin', as a youngin' this game was soakin'
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| Swangers pokin', bang and screw while I’m out here roamin'
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| Sandman, bring me your dream and them finer things
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| I want a Chevy, a Benz, and a choppa with a laser beam
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| I need 'bout three hoes, ones that can fuck and cook for sure
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| And a new speed boat, so I can push the Cali coast
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| This ain’t no joke, Rami posted, lookin' for the smoke
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| Aim at yo throat, choppa singin', hittin' all the notes
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| Reap what you sow 'cause, uh, you never know
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| And, uh, times I was thinkin' I’ma keep it thuggin' 'til I go
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| I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain’t even hop out yet
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| I’m just a real-life player, bet the .40 make you two-step
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| I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain’t even hop out yet
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| I’m just a real-life player, bet the .40 make you two-step |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2 Step Stevie (R.L.P.) , by - Ramirez. Song from the album Son Of Serpentine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп