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Stepped In Lyrics - Artist : HoodRich Pablo Juan
(D. Hill)
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:] I stepped in this bitch with the swag Nigga be hatin, I get in my bag Pull up with the coupe hear the jag Step on the pedal I'm doing the dash She gon get naked like birthday, I throw a party like bash I got the gold on my neck like first place, nigga you comin in last Tell me how fast can you count it, blindfolded I count up the racks I beat up the pussy, she run, I attack I pop me a perc and I wanna have sex I quick draw on a nigga like sketch I'm rocking designer my drip it Farfetch I put this shit on and fly them jets I make them see me, Cartier specs None of you bitches look better than money Jump on the dick like a crash dummy Jump out the foreign I left it running Quit all that cap it ain't talking bout nothing Too much swag, swag on a Hundred All blue diamonds I wear on a Monday Pour up the lean, I know I'm a junkie I let your bitch roll the weed for me Pockets they fatter than Guap Oo drippin on niggas you gon need a mop Hatin on me but I score when you block Fuck from the back and I don't wanna stop Foreign I'm dropping the top She was boring I put her on block Diamonds they made of rock Run up baguettes they hit in they box Fuck all my haters I go out like opps When I call up the plug he sent me a dub Thought it was swept under the rug and then he got shot And don't give a fuck my choppa a thot Dove in the streets I went heard first Two piece Gucci like med nurse Roll up gelato like Smokepurpp I know I'm rapping so dope first I stepped in this bitch with the swag Nigga be hatin, I get in my bag Pull up with the coupe hear the jag Step on the pedal I'm doing the dash She gon get naked like birthday, I throw a party like bash I got the gold on my neck like first place, nigga you comin in last Tell me how fast can you count it, blindfolded I count up the racks I beat up the pussy, she run, I attack I pop me a perc and I wanna have sex I quick draw on a nigga like sketch I'm rocking designer my drip it Farfetch I put this shit on and fly them jets I make them see me, Cartier specs [Guap Tarantino:] Pull up on scene Chasing the money, I'm making it green I got your honey she fuck on the team Just bought a Glock and it came with a beam Yeah I had to go make a wave, young nigga made some shade Yeah yeah Nigga won't play we gon pop at-pop at his face She give me top in the back of the Wraith Hold on, hold on racks in your face Rose gold Rollie cost 60K Nigga might just hit as lick today Yeah I got juice no Minute Maid Have a couple shows I'm getting paid Got a couple hoes I'm getting laid Bitch digging my feng shui I fuck these bitches the fun way I'm in the booth we used to tape We from the 6 we made our own name Gave me a shaft and I take over the game Break out the stick and these shooters gon rain Just like singer we're jiggin in the rain I pop these percs to ease the pain Highlight the splurge I bought some chains [Hoodrich Pablo Juan:] I stepped in this bitch with the swag Nigga be hatin, I get in my bag Pull up with the coupe hear the jag Step on the pedal I'm doing the dash She gon get naked like birthday, I throw a party like bash I got the gold on my neck like first place, nigga you comin in last Tell me how fast can you count it, blindfolded I count up the racks I beat up the pussy, she run, I attack I pop me a perc and I wanna have sex I quick draw on a nigga like sketch I'm rocking designer my drip it Farfetch I put this shit on and fly them jets I make them see me, Cartier specs |
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