| Mmh, ayy
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| Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
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| I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga, ayy
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| Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs, my nigga, ayy
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| I was taught to never show no love, my nigga
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| Pop a Xanax, I ain’t never had no feelings
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| What I got planned next? |
| Gotta put the stars in the ceiling
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| Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga, I was plottin' on a million
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| I want a billion, nigga, so that’s on God, I ain’t chillin'
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| Yeah, hah, Perky, Perky, dirty soda, ayy
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| Only talk bags on the Motorola, ayy
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| Push the Hellcat like an old Corolla, ayy
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| I’ma let these racks talk for me, nigga
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| Bitch, and I ride with the shooters, ayy
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| Made my cousin a killer, uh
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| And at fifteen, I was neighborhood drug dealer
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| I’m so cold hearted, I can’t show no love, nigga
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| But I fuck that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, «Persian Rugs,» nigga, uh
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| Bought a brand new AP, it was fifty thousand total
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| It felt like the Flu Game when I sold out the Novo
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| I had to finesse and get the bag, I had mad dough though
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| If he ain’t tryna go get the safe, I get it crackin' solo
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| Mmh, ayy
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| Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
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| I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga, ayy
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| Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs, my nigga, ayy
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| I was taught to never show no love, my nigga
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| Pop a Xanax, I ain’t never had no feelings
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| What I got planned next? |
| Gotta put the stars in the ceiling
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| Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga, I was plottin' on a million
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| I want a billion, nigga, so that’s on God, I ain’t chillin'
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| Bird Vision, Bandcamp
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| Had a bad bitch put a hundred thousand in her spandex
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| That hundred that made me a million, I got it laminated
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| Can’t fuck with none of these broke niggas, they contaminated
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| Thank God for all of these blue faces, I barely done made it
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| Made forty thousand on New Years, took a private to Vegas
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| I been on promethazine so long, when I’m slidin', I’m faded
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| I been tryna get a crib so long, now I got it, it’s gated
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| I been touchin' all these millions, I know they gon' hate it
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| My chef cook up filet mignon, got sauce and then ate it
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| Nigga, I been ballin' every season like Kobe with eight, yeah
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| All these niggas gon' hate
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| I stayed down and got rich
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| Now I’m fuckin' on his lil' bae
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| Mmh, ayy
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| Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
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| I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga, ayy
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| Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs, my nigga, ayy
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| I was taught to never show no love, my nigga
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| Pop a Xanax, I ain’t never had no feelings
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| What I got planned next? |
| Gotta put the stars in the ceiling
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| Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga, I was plottin' on a million
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| I want a billion, nigga, so that’s on God, I ain’t chillin' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Stepper, artist - Roddy Ricch. Album song Please Excuse Me For Being Antisocial, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп