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Three Steps
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Three Steps was released on February 5, 2024 by Five L Mafia as a part of the album Three Steps - Single
ReleasedFebruary 5, 2024
LabelFive L Mafia
LanguageEnglish
BPM74
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Gotta keep it on me, gotta push cause I'm p
I know these **** gon' uh, I know these **** gon' speak
I know these **** gon' sick as shit to be sayin' on the internet to my face
Cause bitch, they ain't yo
I know that they hate how I look at em
When you open the Glock, throw a book at em
I won't speak on the shit that you took from me
But it hurt me inside how you shook at me
Why I ain't fuckin' with you, I got five reasons
Put his ass up, it's slime season
You makin' them threats, they non-lethal
Bet not be fuckin' with my people
Her body too pretty and stretched
Put on the casket, sweat
Fuck up your mind, baguettes
Lay down a dog, vet
And they don't even like how I flex
But you gotta come better than that
Put a rope on you now, forget
Shit I bet you feel safe in your jet
Gotta take off your hat to the shooters
Gotta keep me a win, can't be losin
Fuck the haters, they know that they losin
And I always show love to the boosters
And I love to go fuck up some diamonds
And fuck up a check and then fuck up the music
Gotta stay up in style like a Cuban
Keep it outside cause they know what they doin
Gotta stay solid, ain't lettin' em' change me
Like how is yall snitchin', that's crazy
My **** find out I snitched they a hang me
Off the phone with my brothers stay dangerous
People playin', they real, they fakin
I can see the shit all in they faces
Once you tell someone, no they be changin
Just give em' some time, then come thank me
Know I was born, this earth wasn't ready
People way too fake, can't take it
Can't let that hate shit phase me
Bitch swear she bad, she basic
But I pat her on her ass, I'm P
And I'm way too player dont speak
And she wishin' her **** was me
But the **** can't be like me
I know that they hate how I look at em
When you open the Glock, throw a book at em
I won't speak on the shit that you took from me
But it hurt me inside, how you shook at me
Why I ain't fuckin' with you, I got five reasons
Put his ass up, it's slime season
You makin' them threats, they non-lethal
Bet not be fuckin' with my people
Her body too pretty it stretch
Put on the casket, sweat
Fuck up your mind, baguettes
Lay down a dog, vet
And they don't even like how I flex
But you gotta come better than that
Put a rope on you now, forget
Shit, I bet you feel safe in your jet
Written by: tremayne mordica

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