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baby steps - trdee lyrics

[intro]
(hey, celo, this sh*t crazy)
talkin’ ’bout

[verse]
n*gga talkin’ ’bout he steppin’, what’s them, baby steps?
why your bbl saggin’ like some old lady br**sts?
tryna see if she a real b*tch, it’s time to take the test
wake up on that bullsh*t and we gon’ put your ass to rest
go to sleep, blues on my mind, look like megamind
told the weed man i’m pullin’ off if he ain’t here in time
time almost here, i’m finna blow up like a time bomb
just by how you dress and i can tell your money not long
boy, what you say? i f*ck around and get your noodle knot
don’t give me that look unless you tryna get your p*ssy popped
pull up on you while you cuttin’ grass like you missed a spot
free my n*gga, all he did was steal like he was a [?]
got the game in a headlock, chris masters
need my tenth assist, i don’t want her, i’ma pass her
gang and them’ll pull up to your crib like a dasher
check went through, let’s go like kasher (let’s go)
man, let’s go, i’m mad as h*ll they ain’t got my size
i been ballin’ for a minute, now i’m on the rise (you hear me?)
why the f*ck your chain lookin’ like you won a prize?
i’m the final boss, you couldn’t beat me with a hundred tries
if you got shooters, i got soldiers
put him on your ass, they gon’ be on you ’til october
came a long way from gettin’ giffies out the kroger
got it out the mud, i feel like sosa, now it’s over
now all you know is more money, more problems
i think i’m the coldest n*gga out if i’m bein’ honest
how it feel bein’ grown as f*ck but your money childish?
she like, “dee, you told me you the realest, please don’t break your promise” (psych), f*ck
gotta crawl before you walk, take your baby steps
you gon’ have to play the cards you dealt, you can’t take the deck
room full of sticks, ah, sh*t, now it’s a sticky mess
you be actin’ different for the hoes, they don’t see me press
know you see me shinin’, you be actin’ like you blind, though
left the game and came back ballin’ like rondo
blew me like the windy city, shoutout to chicago
i ain’t sold no coke but i be feelin’ like i’m pablo
bad lil’ b*tch speak spanish, from the medellín
brand new chop without no stock, i had to grab a beam
i told you to meet me at the top and you was never seen
i can pass the rock ’cause we got all ballers on the team
i can switch my style and i bet you that they tried to take it
we knew n*ggas wasn’t f*ckin’ with us, but we never hated
swear to god that be the main reason n*ggas never made it
yeah, i see you got some new drip, but that sh*t outdated
[outro]
n*gga talkin’ ’bout he steppin’, what’s them, baby steps?
why your bbl saggin’ like some old lady br**sts?
tryna see if she a real b*tch, it’s time to take the test
wake up on that bullsh*t and we gon’ put your ass to rest
go to sleep, blues on my mind, look like megamind
told the weed man i’m pullin’ off if he ain’t here in time
time almost here, i’m finna blow up like a time bomb
just by how you dress and i can tell your money not long

- trdee lyrics

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