Listen to Step Out. (feat. DUSTY LOCANE) by Kwengface

Step Out. (feat. DUSTY LOCANE)

Kwengface

Hip-Hop/Rap

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kwengface
Kwengface
Performer
DUSTY LOCANE
DUSTY LOCANE
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kwengface
Kwengface
Songwriter
DUSTY LOCANE
DUSTY LOCANE
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GOTCHA
GOTCHA
Producer
Kajun Waters
Kajun Waters
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Gotcha) Look Yo Step out (rrr), step out (braap) Get my keys and my shank when I step out (woo) I just sighted a opp, man's lettin' it buss I'ma lean, let the full corn let out (bap) Put a nine in pebs, or I fling it in Z's (ayy) OT, where the packs get spread out If she don't suck dick, tell her get out (move) Tryna crash in your whizz when I step out (look) We dip out (dip out), we dip out (dip out) Let a pussy play a game when I take it out Or Fever he lurkin', he can't wait to let out 5th Clocc that's for certain, you know how we get down Bend down (bend over), bеnd down She a freaky lil' bitch (lil' fuck) That's a opp, tell hеr pass me the grip (pass the grip) Know she don't bang, but I'm rich for the Crip I'm tryna STP like Mitch, but my gun el-le-le-le like Timbo (bap) Uptown, you ain't see bags, fill it (oi) I remember them times I was livin' off Indo' (oi, oi) And you know that the iPhone's hot So Telegram man when you're givin' that info (Rrr) I remember when I shanked up a yute (di-di-dip) Blood on my shank, same colour as Vimto (di-di-di-di-dip) I make lighskin yutes turn red (woo) I make six foot yutes so scared of this midget (skrt, skrt) They say I got issues with women It's not my fault that they have an addiction Look, shout out my broski Yas 'Cause he's flyin' it straight and he's bringin them bricks in (trap) I'm about my cake and my icin's too, but this ain't no Kipling (no) I'm with a sweet one that mine That's Amazon Prime, man, quality time (ayy, come 'ere) This business phone's too active Gettin' her mad, she turnt off my line ('low it) Baby girl, I can't stop this grind Need at least two Ms by 25 (ayy, ayy) I got a studio session 'til eight Now, I'm at a fashion show by nine Step out, flex out Zone 2 step, tryna rip man's chest out (di-di-dip) I was raised in the 'narm, but my flag is black Put a flag for the ends that you rep now Two in a Q of lake Heat up the stove, now, I'm bringin' that 'Rex out Last month, I spent 30 on nothin' Now, I'm tryna recoup the bread now (mad) Step out (rrr), step out (braap) Get my keys and my shank when I step out (woo) I just sighted a opp, man's lettin' it buss I'ma lean, let the full corn let out (bap) Put a nine in pebs, or I fling it in Z's (ayy) OT, where the packs get spread out If she don't suck dick, tell her get out (move) Tryna crash in your whizz when I step out (look) We dip out (dip out), we dip out (dip out) Let a pussy play a game when I take it out Or Fever he lurkin', he can't wait to let out 5th Clocc that's for certain, you know how we get down Bend down (bend over), bend down She a freaky lil' bitch (lil' fuck) That's a opp, tell her pass me the grip (pass the grip) Know she don't bang, but I'm rich for the Crip Look, let's go put that nigga on a shirt (on a shirt) Sippin' on dirty, can't fuck with a perc' And he claim he a killer, I'm uppin' it first Your Glock on the way, it's gon' touch on the 1st They shoot at the plug nigga, what was it worth? (What was it worth?) He said the wrong thing, all he see was the burst Lay him on his hearse (in his hearse) Label me, enemy number one (number one) Most of my Glocks came with a switch (switch) Infrared beam came with a drum Can't do talks, my niggas, they know the lift No remorse, we huntin', let's load the whip (load the whip) Yeah, it's mission complete Accurate aim, knock that boy off his feet (off his feet) The wolves gotta eat, we just had us a feast So, I told my fevers, he buy G's, he a rat (he a rat) He play toe-tag for that politicin' (politicin') Had to go set up the trap (set the trap) Oh, he seen the flash? No time to react (react) We up on your mans, you better get back S-Class, drift off and do the dash I'd rather be down bad than go and kiss another nigga ass You know how much time you was wastin'? Lost the bag, gettin' impatient Step to you, nigga, I'm tougher than Jason Stepped on his neck, put his head in the pavement (still dangerous) Get down (grrt), or lay down (lay down) Top dogs who I'm takin' in person You knew it would come to this, I can't be merciful Rest up to the killys, that pain not reversible Step out (rrr), step out (braap) Get my keys and my shank when I step out (woo) I just sighted a opp, man's lettin' it buss I'ma lean, let the full corn let out (bap) Put a nine in pebs, or I fling it in Z's (ayy) OT, where the packs get spread out If she don't suck dick, tell her get out (move) Tryna crash in your whizz when I step out (look) We dip out (dip out), we dip out (dip out) Let a pussy play a game when I take it out Or Fever he lurkin', he can't wait to let out 5th Clocc that's for certain, you know how we get down Bend down (bend over), bend down She a freaky lil' bitch (lil' fuck) That's a opp, tell her pass me the grip (pass the grip) Know she don't bang, but I'm rich for the Crip (Gotcha)
Writer(s): Luis Campozano, Ninian Martin Agyemang Fosu, Brendan Walsh, Kajun Waters, Kamron Lloyd Chevannes, Dusty Lacone, Composer Author Unknown, Christopher Deroux Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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