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Step By Step
Hip-Hop/Rap
Step By Step was released on January 1, 2022 by Image43 LLC as a part of the album Perfect Timing
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2022
LabelImage43 LLC
LanguageEnglish
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik Ellis
Malik Ellis
Songwriter

Lyrics

I ain't no rodent informant
I can't write no statement
That ain't bank affiliated
Ma dukes can't believe
That i really made
Count her Fifty thousand at the dinner table
This shit getting deeper
I had to go step by step
Act out u get stepped on
They be like rekap be wearing fake diamonds
Is it because it got this belt on
Fuck **** dont talk to me
If
You ain't got the beeper
My **** might slide down yo block
With them beamers
Shoutout Ray got fame
Cuz that boy whip the beamer
Yeah
I gotta bad bitch
Don't
Even how to treat her
Saying I ain't have to get rich to please her
But ima get rich regardless
Baby girl money is just where the thought is
And she know it
Soo she on the same wave
Bet a **** won't try this neck
Cause this a very dangerous fucking chain
When you come better come correct
Cause bitch we coming with the same thing
Yea
All my **** really blicked up
Hoe We never lacking keep them shits tucked
Bro might up it in traffic truck got pick up
The first **** try me
When i'm in this club
Be the first **** blood in the parking lot
See These **** be pussy
They crying wolf
Bitch i be with the dogs
And they bark a lot
I can't spazz on the bro
If he fuck a thot
But i won't fuck that lil hoe again
Bring me yo twin
Bitch you started with the gang
Gots to see that shit through
Till the end
Bitch i be bringing in back ins
Yo girl want me
So i might shawty from the back end
She a missionary type of Bitch
So maybe the front end
You scary boy doing that bluffing
You say get chicken
Well i fill the piggy With stuffing
If it ain't Money No discussion
These **** envy
Cause I turned nothing into something
Bitch im the shit
Dont do no fronting
And that's just some shit that I stand on
Had to turn my heart off
To turn all these bands on
It's still a lot of shit a young **** learning
So hands on
Bitch ima Hotboii
Cut the fan on
Yeah I got bread Call me a baker
Big 4 five to you chest
Send you straight to yo maker
I'm sipping on wock
No chaser
Purp in my cup
Got me swimming I feel like a Laker
I ain't no rodent informant
I can't write no statement
That aint bank affiliated
Ma dukes can't believe
That i really made
Count her Fifty thousand at the dinner table
This shit getting deeper
I had to go step by step
Act out u get stepped on
They be like rekap be wearing fake diamonds
Is it because i got this belt on
Fuck **** dont talk to me
If
You aint got the beeper
My **** might slide down yo block
With them beamers
Shoutout ray got fame
Cuz that boy whip the beamer
Yeah
I gotta bad bitch
Don't
Even how to treat her
Saying I ain't have to get rich to please her
But ima get rich regardless
Baby girl money is just where the thought is
Yeah
Yeah
And that's no cap ****
Yeah
Yeah that's no cap nigg
Yeah im Rekap nigg
Yeah im Rekap ****
Don't do no capping
No don't do no capping ****
Ohh we gone pull them triggas
Yeah yea we gone do it
My **** they shootas
We really get to it
Yea we get to it
We really get to it
Written by: Malik Ellis
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