Correction Lyrics Big Steppa by Wisdom

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(Uzoma, come here)
Bitch, I'm a big stepper
It ain't easy
Rules around this shit
Sosa
Yeah

I'm a big stepper, it ain't easy, rules around this shit (Rules around this shit)
She sucked on my dick, she lost her screw around this bitch (Go dumb)
We Glizzyed up, I could never lose up, he a lick (On God)
'Bout money, nigga, movin' weight, I'm passin' up them bricks

They know that we steppin' for sho' (For sho')
She want her a stepper, she want her a G.O.A.T
She see me on state rockin' shows (Rockin' shows)
Oh yeah, I'm that nigga, you see on the post
I can't cap for no bitches, I liе to them hoes (Oh no)
Afar from you niggas, bitch, we stay with thеm poles
The store behind when we throw up the four
Bitch, we came out the mud, we just dreamt with some hoes (With some hoes)
Ice on my neck, need a coat (Coat)
Ice on a nigga, better float (Better float)
And murder was all that she wrote
How can your opps sell 'em all like a roach? (What the fuck?)
I been that since I came out the Woo (The Woo)
He speak on my name, he a tomb (He dead)
Fresh as hell when I walk in the room
Call me a gangster, you can't call me a fool

Bitch, I'm a big stepper, it ain't easy, rules around this shit (Rules around this shit)
She sucked on my dick, she lost her screw around this bitch (Go dumb)
We Glizzyed up, I could never lose up, he a lick (Oh no)
'Bout money, nigga, movin' weight, I'm passin' up them bricks

Well, they see a young nigga gettin' bread (Young money)
Now bitches took curves, wanna fuck me instead (For real?)
She cappin', she left me on read
Never flew out to Pluto, only flew private jet (Real talk)
She said she a fan, would've blew out her tits (Hoo)
Prolly thicker than the cold ??? on a Grits (She thick)
Pussy nigga might be X'd havin' fifty
I choose to be humble, but I could fuck your bitch (On God)
I ain't cause every day, finna lace us a nigga (Lace)
If it ain't 'bout the guap, what you sayin', lil' nigga?
I was out on the streets with no change or no dinner
I ain't caught me the heat to prepare for the winter
Give a fuck 'bout a Charles, we sendin' them missiles
They know we don't bluff when we totin' them pistols
You talkin' your shit, don't be mad when it hit ya
I'm fuckin' your bitch, she go home and you kiss her

Bitch, I'm a big stepper, it ain't easy, rules around this shit (Rules around this shit)
She sucked on my dick, she lost her screw around this bitch (Go dumb)
We Glizzyed up, I could never lose up, he a lick (On God)
'Bout money, nigga, movin' weight, I'm passin' up them bricks (Get money)

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