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lil' rydell - step with cautioun كلمات أغنية

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b_tch, we step with caution, but still let it bang (f_ck they on?)
brains on the curb, left his ass in the rain (he a stain!)
extended the mag, put that b_tch to his face (say my name!)
if he talk reckless, we slide where he stay (he a lame!)
body start twitchin’, he gaspin’ for air (shoulda ran!)
f_ck all my opps, they ain’t steppin’ nowhere (spin again!)
lil’ bro got the glock, and he don’t even care (let it blend!)
if we catch him lackin’, we leavin’ him there (that’s the end!)
b_tch, i bе posted with k!llers and robbers (big ass tools!)
i keep a switch, i ain’t usin’ no hands (f_ck thе rules!)
we catch a body, then hop in the van (leave ‘em bruised!)
he tried to duck, but the bullets too fast (left confused!)
b_tch, i ain’t duckin’ from nothin’, i’m ready (who gon’ test?)
extended the clip, let it spit like confetti (lay him to rest!)
spin through his block, make ‘em dip like spaghetti (he got stretched!)
crime scene bl__dy, the coroner messy (clean up the mess!)
told that lil’ ho i ain’t cuffin’ no b_tches (f_ck that love!)
b_tch, i’m too deep in the game, i’m the villain (i’m above!)
flexin’ too hard, now his pockets look empty (took his plug!)
b_tch, we get money, you stuck in the trenches (ain’t no luck!)
body keep droppin’, we up on the score (check the stats!)
b_tch, we don’t beef on the net, we want war (where they at?)
bulletproof whip when we slide through the door (get ‘em whacked!)
f_ck all my opps, they get turned into packs (roll ‘em fat!)
i’m in the cut with a glock and a mask (ready to slide!)
say he want smoke, then we take out his guys (homicide!)
never gon’ fold, b_tch, i stand on my pride (let it ride!)
perkys and wock, i be high as the sky (can’t decide!)
shooters on point, they gon’ aim at his chest (make it burn!)
extended the glock, make ‘em dance like a fest (wait your turn!)
b_tch, i been real, i ain’t nothin’ like the rest (lesson learned!)
bodies keep pilin’, put that boy in the dirt (he in a urn!)
b_tch, i be thuggin’ since back in the day (never switch!)
been on my grind, i ain’t takin’ no breaks (gettin’ rich!)
spin through his hood, leave him flat on his face (that’s a hit!)
f_ck all these opps, we don’t play with the snakes (he a snitch!)
gang on alert, we ain’t lettin’ sh_t slide (who gon’ ride?)
f_ck all that talkin’, we hop out the ride (do or die!)
b_tch, i be steppin’, i live for the grind (realest alive!)
come through his block, let it rain like july (he can’t hide!)

- lil rydell

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