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stepped on satan - bigbabygucci lyrics

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[intro]
(ryno)
yeah*yeah
uh*uh

[chorus]
boy, it’s, “f*ck ya, f ya, you a opp”
f*ck ’round and get yo’ shooter dropped
f*ck n*gga think he bulletproof
my n*gga think he as tough as i
i’m gettin’ guap, f*ck minimum wage
red*tipped bullets, i sent yo’ way
k!lled that p*ssy, that’s doa
i’m ’bout money, girl, i cannot stay in
brand new bag straight from the bay
real big guns, you cannot play with
had real deep throat, tryna be my main
red bottoms shinin’ like i stepped on satan
he cannot see me now ’cause i’m too muhf*ckin’ high
p*ssy n*gga talkin’ ’bout, “hear me out,” don’t give a f*ck, he gotta die

[verse]
it’s just me, no you and i
i subtract then multiply
boy said he gon’ do me wrong, well, i’d like to see him try
told her if she ride the d*ck she better look me in my eye
she just gave me p*ssy, she ain’t know that she gave me her mind
now i’m stealing all yo’ time
for all the dogs, he tryna tame a n*gga, uh
d*mn, that p*ssy so good, you can’t even blame a n*gga
choppa big, it hold a fifty, i can’t aim it, n*gga
i might maim a n*gga
changed lanes and that lane got bigger
[chorus]
boy, it’s, “f*ck ya, f ya, you a opp”
f*ck ’round and get yo’ shooter dropped
f*ck n*gga think he bulletproof
my n*gga think he as tough as i
i’m gettin’ guap, f*ck minimum wage
red*tipped bullets, i sent yo’ way
k!lled that p*ssy, that’s doa
i’m ’bout money, girl, i cannot stay in
brand new bag straight from the bay
real big guns, you cannot play with
had real deep throat, tryna be my main
red bottoms shinin’ like i stepped on satan
he cannot see me now ’cause i’m too muhf*ckin’ high
p*ssy n*gga talkin’ ’bout, “hear me out,” don’t give a f*ck, he gotta die

[open verse]

[chorus]
boy, it’s, “f*ck ya, f ya, you a opp”
f*ck ’round and get yo’ shooter dropped
f*ck n*gga think he bulletproof
my n*gga think he as tough as i
i’m gettin’ guap, f*ck minimum wage
red*tipped bullets, i sent yo’ way
k!lled that p*ssy, that’s doa
i’m ’bout money, girl, i cannot stay in
brand new bag straight from the bay
real big guns, you cannot play with
had real deep throat, tryna be my main
red bottoms shinin’ like i stepped on satan
he cannot see me now ’cause i’m too muhf*ckin’ high
p*ssy n*gga talkin’ ’bout, “hear me out,” don’t give a f*ck, he gotta die

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