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Artiste : Birdman
Titre : Strictly Steppin
(Any last words?)
Break it up
(D-roc, D-roc, D-roc)

[Birdman]

Paper chase, money flowin´
Bad bitches, the numbers showin
Rich nigga, the water be flowin´
It´s hella choppas and we shinin´ when we pull up
Rich bitch, hood bitches, the same shit
In alligator flippin´ money with the same clique
I put it down and break the same bitch
Round the corner with that same shit

[Birdman]
Pimpin´ hoes, what´s the blame bitch?
Fire flame for the flame shit
We sellin´ dope out the Range bitch
A hunnid birds on some birds shit
We leave a brain on the curb bitch
I sell the work at the work bitch
I put a million on the surface
Playboy you a circus bitch

[Birdman]
Paper chase, money flowin´
Bad bitches, the numbers showin
Rich nigga, the water be flowin´
It´s hella choppas and we shinin´ when we pull up
Rich bitch, hood bitches, the same shit
In alligator flippin´ money with the same clique
I put it down and break the same bitch
Round the corner with that same shit

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hella choppas, Probably jumping off a helicopter
Bust prescription, strictly fuck with bitches that go to the doctor
I ain´t dancing ´round, one shot gon´ body rock him
War, another problem

Keep my heat, see ´em all with me and some niggas out the fuckin´ bottom
Inside the Rolls Royce, pop a bottle (Check this out, look, uh)
Hot Beezy, go tell ´em test, and I spent half a ticket all on my necklace
Strictly steppin´ in my section
It´s a recession, all my youngins dumb
Switch on back of Glock, see the bitch, then stop
Brrrr, bitch that´s for Big Dump
D-roc, D-roc, that my bro we making ton of cash
Dior jacket, Louis V bag
I got a drac´ in this bitch, nigga play
300 cash, five, call the bank
Stunna just called and said it´s on the way
800 thousand just for my AP
Grimy, still cutthroat, stay out my way
Pop one bean, can´t feel my face

I just beat another case
Well atleast that´s how I´m feeling, speak that shit okay
I want it to come to that
They be spinning and killing and I go sit back in the wraith
Thanking my momma and praying for my partners, they up in a cage
While they wait, I´ma fill up the safe

[Birdman]
Paper chase, money flowin´
Bad bitches, the numbers showin
Rich nigga, the water be flowin´
It´s hella choppas and we shinin´ when we pull up
Rich bitch, hood bitches, the same shit
In alligator flippin´ money with the same clique
I put it down and break the same bitch

Round the corner with that same shit