Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Even Steven, artist - Trippie Redd.
Date of issue: 20.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Even Steven |
Haha, yeah |
(Love the way you do it) |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Crazy, okay |
She suck my dick so well, she ain’t even teethin' (Oh my God) |
Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah (Yeah) |
Don’t give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah |
Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even |
Mama cry (Mama cry, yeah), homicide (Homicide, yeah) |
Do or die (Do or die), it’s just you and I (You and I) |
Eye for an eye (Eye for an eye), life for a life (Life for a life) |
Better chose a side (Side), 'fore I up that fire (Fire) |
That nigga dead (Bah), one in the head (Phew) |
Runnin' from the feds (Okay), I can’t take no fuckin' pledge (Okay) |
I can’t run from niggas, nah (Nah), like I got no legs (Legs) |
Murder, murder gang, couple bodies in the shed (Shed) |
She do pilates, she off the molly, I’m all low in the head |
They 'Luminati, all on my body, know my government (Yeah) |
I’m in the Masi', I keep the fire on me, intelligent |
I catch a homi', I catch a body at your residence |
She suck my dick so well, she ain’t even teethin' (Oh my God) |
Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah (Yeah) |
Don’t give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah |
Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even |
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead |
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead |
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead |
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead (Presidents dead) |
I’m fly like a bald eagle (Bald eagle) |
Dick in her belly like a torpedo |
Tell her drop down, bitch, and get your fuckin' eagle on (Eagle on) |
You can join too, it’s a fuckin' sing-along (Sing-along) |
You can join too, it’s a fuckin' sing-along (Yeah) |
You can join too, it’s a fuckin' sing-along |
You can join too, it’s a fuckin' sing-along |
You can join too, it’s a fuckin' sing-along (Yeah) |
She suck my dick so well, she ain’t even teethin' (Oh my God) |
Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah (Yeah) |
Don’t give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah |
Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even |