Big Stepper – Roddy Ricch: Στίχοι τραγουδιών, μουσικά βίντεο και συναυλίες

Big Stepper

287.798

Hip-Hop/Rap

Big Stepper κυκλοφόρησε στις 6 Δεκεμβρίου 2019 από Atlantic Records ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Please Excuse Me For Being Antisocial

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ΆλμπουμPlease Excuse Me For Being Antisocial

Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας6 Δεκεμβρίου 2019

ΕτικέταAtlantic Records

ΓλώσσαEnglish

Μελωδικότητα

Ακουστικότητα

Βαλάνς

Χορευτικότητα

Ενέργεια

BPM77

ΕΠΙΣΚΌΠΗΣΗ

ΣΤΊΧΟΙ

Μουσικό βίντεο

Μουσικό βίντεο

Στίχοι

[Verse 1]

Yeah, mhm, aye, big stepper like Big Meech, mhm

I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' ****

Murder, murder, murder keep my slugs, my ****

I was taught to never show no love, my ****

Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings

What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilin'

Slidin' down Fairfax, ****, I was plottin' on a million

I want a billion, ****, so that's on God, I ain't chillin'

[Verse 2]

Yeah, perky, perky, dirty soda, aye

Only talk bags on the Motorola, aye

Push the Hellcat like an old Corolla, aye

I'ma let these racks talk for me, ****

Bitch and I ride with the shooters, aye

Made my cousin a killer

And at fifteen, I was neighborhood drug dealer

I'm so cold hearted I can't show no love ****

But I fucked that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, "Persian rugs", ****

Bought a new AP, it was fifty thousand total

It felt like the Flu Game, when I sold out The Novo

I had to finesse and get the bag I had mad dough, though

If he ain't tryna go get the safe I get it crackin' solo

[Verse 3]

Mhm, aye, big stepper like Big Meech, mhm

I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' ****

Murder, murder, murder keep my slugs, my ****

I was taught to never show no love, my ****

Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings

What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilin'

Slidin' down Fairfax, ****, I was plottin' on a million

I want a billion, ****, so that's on God, I ain't chillin'

[Verse 4]

Bird Vision, Bandcamp

Had a bad bitch put a hundred thousand in her spandex

The hundred that made me a million, I got it laminated

Can't fuck with none of these broke ****, they contaminated

Thank God for all these blue faces, I barely done made it

Made forty thousand on New Years, took a private to Vegas

I been on promethazine so long when I'm sliding I'm faded

I've been tryna get a crib so long, now I got it, it's gated

I been touchin' all these millions I know they gon' hate it

My chef cook up filet mignon, got sauce and I ate it

****, I been ballin' every season like Kobe with eight

All these **** gon' hate

I stayed down and got rich, now I'm fuckin' on this his bae

[Verse 5]

Mhm, aye, big stepper like Big Meech, mhm

I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' ****

Murder, murder, murder keep my slugs, my ****, aye

I was taught to never show no love, my ****

Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings

What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilin'

Slidin' down Fairfax, ****, I was plottin' on a million

I want a billion, ****, so that's on God, I ain't chillin'

Written by: Cristian Gonzalez, Joseph Nguyen, Rodrick Moore, Steven Alexander

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