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Trae Henderson
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Lyrics
Step step step step step step Step step
I'm talkin' my shit no PEP Got Promises I kept
Ain't right then you get left I hop On this bitch and step step step Step step step step step step Step
On this bitch like Matt and Jeff This shit'll blow with no ref You Gon' hear dis even if you deaf I'm Cookin' this shit like a chef
I'm 24 still keep it 30 I'm feelin' Like Steph Think it's that shit we can fight to the death Don't give no fuck bout a rep
Bitch I'm a man I step I don't need no help It's with me when I'm by myself I'm on defense
Can read a **** from a mile away Be ready to put a **** on the Shelf
Cause I'm chasin' money Chasin' that wealth So I'm goin' dummy I'm in my glow A **** be sunny
Makin' it home Fulfillin' the goals I do it for bloody I do it for Fam
Ain't talkin' pork when I say I go Ham Trizzy gon' step when he Makin' a jam
The way I be fuckin' shit up is like Damn Henny in hand I cram
So I step step step step step Step step step
I'm talkin' my shit no Pep Got Promises I kept Ain't right then You get left
I hop on this bitch and step step Step step step step step step Step
On this bitch like Matt and Jeff This shit'll blow with no ref
You gon' hear this even if you deaf I'm cookin' this shit like a chef
I'm cookin' this shit like a chef Trapoholic with a white T and a Tech
I just been chasin' a check Don't do Watches but I might need a patek
Walkin' on beats I'm the best They wanna go bar for bar please Come correct
Steppin' on shit like a kappa I'm Standing on business I got my feet On they neck
Since a youngin' been poppin' my Collar Played with money so my Momma knew I was a baller
I can and I'm feeling like Rodgers Step In the game and start sonning ****
I'm a father They bitches they Really my daughter
I'm walkin' on beats **** woulda thought I was a Carter
I don't fuck with Balenciagas I'm Feelin' like Dame on the Bucks
I been gettin' the dollars Step Step step step step step step Step
I'm talkin' my shit no pep Got Promises I kept
Ain't right then you get left I hop On this bitch and step
Step step step step step step Step step
On this bitch like Matt and Jeff This shit'll blow with no ref
You gon' hear this even if you deaf I'm cookin' this shit like a chef
Written by: Trae Henderson