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cody manson – step back كلمات اغاني

step back lyrics
[intro: dj paul]
what up, what up? this your boy dj paul k.o.m. representing that mafia. cody manson! psychoactive! mafia! yeah!

[chorus: cody manson]
he say he want that smoke but i don’t see it though (see it though)
stomp him out with more kicks than a sneaker store (sneaker store)
i said i’m ’bout that action you ain’t believe me though (you ain’t believe me though)
now his mama crying at his funeral
step the f_ck back, b_tch, step the f_ck back
step the f_ck back, b_tch, step the f_ck back
step the f_ck back, b_tch, step the f_ck back
now his mama crying at his funeral

[verse 1: cody manson]
masked up like a hockey team
got a bag like it’s halloween (yeah)
you f_ckin’ with my collard greens
you ’bout to see some violent things (yeah)
mister helter skelter, b_tch, i’m here to scalp ya (scalp ya)
god himself can’t help ya, you about to meet the devil (devil)
you just a f_ckboy, that ain’t no mystery (mystery)
you must be suicidal ‘cuz you dissin’ me (dissin’ me)
i got some shooters that’ll do it for a pound of weed
hot lead will wash your mouth out like some listerine
yeah! i make they throats ache from the razor blade
they throwin’ shade, i’m just throwin’ hand grenades
if you run your mouth, you getting stomped out like some sh_tty coke
when the police come and ask about it, don’t n0body know (oh no)
mister miyagi getting head while sippin’ saki
you ain’t even daniel_san, you just another body
i’m not a style that you could copy, john gotti mixed with rob zombie (yeah)
don’t want to see me with these hands, i’m the real rocky
[chorus: cody manson]
he say he want that smoke but i don’t see it though (see it though)
stomp him out with more kicks than a sneaker store (sneaker store)
i said i’m ’bout that action you ain’t believe me though (you ain’t believe me though)
now his mama crying at his funeral
step the f_ck back, b_tch, step the f_ck back
step the f_ck back, b_tch, step the f_ck back
step the f_ck back, b_tch, step the f_ck back
now his mama crying at his funeral

[verse 2: at_l@tto]
they say that n_gga want smoke (oh no)
really be doin’ the most
i heard that n_gga a hoe (oh no)
cappin’ that clown he a joke
all of my n_ggas on go (oh no)
them bodies be hittin’ the floor
n_ggas be talkin’ they talkin’ ain’t never no walkin’
we ’bout to leave ’em comatose
grew up on that three 6 ain’t no lie (uh uh)
on that street sh_t, love smoking that pine (ok)
cadence from scarecrow, check the archive (you know)
through this rap sh_t, we keep ’em alive
’cause lord infamous started this triplet sh_t, little n_ggas thought it was migos
we mob in the regal, my people we keepin’ it lit, yeah, that’s really all we know
roll up a blunt, fat like burrito
and nacho cheese, ain’t no dorito
this is america, ain’t no gambino
we stack it and flip it, you know what i mean though
memphis to ohio, n_ggas running wild
i don’t f_ck with goofy (h_ll naw), he a gomer pyle
just a groupie n_gga, he be cappin’ out
we be throwin’ hands, he be backin’ down
know that we smokin’ that pack though
yeah this sh_t pressure that’s facts though
if you got a problem, you could hit my line
i’ll bring this sh_t to your back door
[chorus: cody manson]
he say he want that smoke but i don’t see it though (see it though)
stomp him out with more kicks than a sneaker store (sneaker store)
i said i’m ’bout that action you ain’t believe me though (you ain’t believe me though)
now his mama crying at his funeral
step the f_ck back, b_tch, step the f_ck back
step the f_ck back, b_tch, step the f_ck back
step the f_ck back, b_tch, step the f_ck back
now his mama crying at his funeral

[verse 3: locodunit]
(mafia!)
danger zone, i’m packing, never lacking, hold the phone
f_ck that talking, all that sh_t just sticks and stones
rollin’ with the sticks and stone
i’m blazin’, contemplatin’ breakin’ bones
torture slow but promise i won’t make it long
demons will not leave me alone
things are slowly fading, getting high, that’s on the daily
couldn’t stop it if you paid me
pass the pill and let me take it
if i overdose, f_ck, let’s hope i make it
if i do b_tch i’ll be back and elevated
i stay medicated

[verse 4: lil infamous]
let bygones be bygones or get k!lled by guns
white girl sniffin’ and that green pumpin’ my lungs
you a tough guy huh? you must wanna die one
heard you got a problem with me, check me or write one
i’ma make it happen, i ain’t cappin’, f_ck some p_ssy rappin’
if she ain’t f_ckin’, she get the boot hoe like steve madden
i’m the type of n_gga that’s gon’ go and trip yo granddaddy
draw and hit your g_wagon, now that b_tch a bandwagon
k now hoe

- cody manson

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