paroles de chanson 1 2 Step - Young Pro

Why they try to count me out
Niggas out here boostin on some Shit they not about
Say you gettin money, but i heard You in a drought
Imma cut yo hand off if you got yo Hand out
Nigga
Bitch i grinned for this shit
Put my time into this
I cannot find a fuck to give
Hol up
Don't let me find out where you live
I'll send them hitters to yo crib
So ya besta mind ya biz
I'm looking for a bitch with some Class
Real big titties, and a real Big ass
Girl pretty smart, somethin like a Harvard grad
Hit her with a pump, nah it's Gucci On the rags
Hol up
And nah she screamin Gucci gang, Let that uzi bang, fuckin what's her Name, forgot her fuckin name
Maybe it was Keisha or Selina, or Maybe it was Tina maybe it was Neena i don't know maybe it was Gina

I told that bitch get to steppin
Walk inside the gym you know I'm Mothafuckin flexin
Cut my phone off i ain't really into Textin
12 get to steppin
Hol up
I told that bitch get to steppin
Walk inside the gym you know I'm Mothafuckin flexin
Cut my phone off i ain't really into Textin
12 get to steppin

123 and to the 4, got 4 thotties at The mothafuckin door
56 rubber on my stick
78 it was getting kinda late
9 10 sippin on the hen. I love it When the thot hoes kiss on they Friends
They gon let me fuck when that Molly kick in
We was just chillin at the the holiday Inn
I called the homie like what's the Deal
Set the play nigga we gon chase a Fuckin mill
Remember i was starving couldn't Afford a damn meal
Then i got up off my ass on my own Will
Dropped outta school and chose to Be a rapper
Won't lie like these niggas and say That I'm a trapper
Yeah I got flow and you know my style dapper
Shittin on these niggas, i can't get up off the crapper

I told that bitch get to steppin
Walk inside the gym you know I'm Mothafuckin flexin
Cut my phone off i ain't really into Textin
12 get to steppin
Hol up
I told that bitch get to steppin
Walk inside the gym you know I'm Mothafuckin flexin
Cut my phone off i ain't really into Textin
12 get to steppin