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Roddy Ricch

Big Stepper

 

Big Stepper

(альбом: Please Excuse Me For Being Antisocial - 2019)


Yeah

Mm, ayy
Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga
Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh
I was taught to never show no love, my nigga
Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings
What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
Sliding down Fairfax, nigga I was plotting on the million
I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chilling

Yeah, ha ha, perky, perky, dirty soda
Ayy, only talk bags on the Motorola
Ayy, push the Hellcat like an old Corolla
Ayy, I'ma let these racks talk for me nigga
Bitch I done ride with the shooters, ayy
Made my cousin a killer
In the '15, I was neighborhood drug dealer
I'm so cold hearted, I can't show no love, nigga
But I fuck that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, "Persian Rugs", nigga, uh
Bought a brand new AP, it was 50.000 total
It feel like the Flu Game, when I sold out the Novo
I had to finess and get the bag, I had mad dough though
If he ain't try and go get the safe, I get it cracking solo

Mm, ayy
Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga
Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh
I was taught to never show no love, my nigga
Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings
What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
Sliding down Fairfax, nigga I was plotting on the million
I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chilling

Bird vision, bank account
Had a bad bitch put a 100.000 in her spandex
That 100 that made me million, I got it laminated
Can't fuck with none of these broke niggas, they contaminated
Thank God for all of these bluefaces, I barely done made it
Made 40.000 on new years, took a private to Vegas
I been on promethazine so long, when I'm sliding I'm faded
I been trying to get a crib so long, now I got it, it's gated
I been touching all of these millions, I know they gon' hate it
My chef cook up Filet Mignon, got sauce and then ate it
Nigga I been balling every season like Kobe with eight
All these niggas gon' hate
I stayed down and got rich, now I'm fucking on this lil' baby

Mm, ayy
Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga
Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh
I was taught to never show no love, my nigga
Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings
What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
Sliding down Fairfax, nigga I was plotting on the million
I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chilling

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