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big steppa - bells oliva lyrics

hey yo guy
this is crazy
(wooo)

[chorus: bells oliva]
big steppa
hang on my jewelry, i never let her
44. on me, i’d always get ya
ruger my waistline, the foot on the pedal
slaying bando n*gga, the jacket all leather
racks on racks, taking money ‘en route
for me it’s cut when you hanging for clout
lagos homies be hitting the spot
always on fleek, we the elite

[verse 1: bells oliva]
breaking the bounds young mohammed ali
a hundred a show, with the gezzer they roll
oliva on twist yeah, er thing goes
no liеs in my verse, otm we donе got out alive
thot life straight up, ain’t no reverse woo
we did a lot
we outside new desert eagle
lets see how it blows, ice cold bottle rose gold
hit it with bros, riding down 20 with hoes
benjamin franklin, four wheels on the road
ice on fleek be giving em cold
build me a castel
run it up, stack it
the game is the hustle
yeah
[verse 2: axidox]
mami a mí nadie me para y tampoco ami me comparan
para abajo para para pararan manparan
eso que el puso ahí de pararan no se le entiende
lo que dice que te diré lo siguiente que se
que quiso hablar en inglés creo luego dice
ami nadie me puede parar
yo divertido en mi salsa esto es de otra galaxia mucho money para casa esto es
lo que me alcanza en argentina una matanza iglesia y gobierno pa mi una farsa ahora que yo estoy arriba intenten pararme nose que les pasa

[refrain: bells oliva]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
grrrr

[verse 3: redeyewayne]
man drip like bossie, girls dem juicy
i never do rookie
me girls are bad and bougie
’bout to get cruisy, drugs on me go lucy
fell in love with booty
chop that thing then murder that
badman step in the party get litter
weed on me but scouting for rizla
girls on deck for all of dem fisher
one for you and two for the preacher
lagos party nothing get bader
coke and fanta mix it reggar
boost scatter
big steppa (woah)
big driper (woaoo)
big steppa (steppa)
big driper
[chorus: bells oliva & redeyewayne]
hang on my jewelry, i never let her(woo)
44. on me, i’d always get ya(alright)
ruger my waistline, the foot on the pedal
slaying bando n*gga, the jacket all leather
racks on racks, taking money ‘en route
for me it’s cut when you hanging for clout
lagos homies be hitting the spot
always on fleek, we the elite
(elite)

- bells oliva lyrics

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