Baby Steps

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TrDee - Rap, In English

Baby Steps

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[Intro] (Hey, Celo, this shit crazy) Talkin' 'bout [Verse] Nigga talkin' 'bout he steppin', what's them, baby steps? Why your BBL saggin' like some old lady breasts? Tryna see if she a real bitch, it's time to take the test Wake up on that bullshit 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 fuck around and get your noodle knot Don't give me that look unless you tryna get your pussy popped Pull up on you while you cuttin' grass like you missed a spot Free my nigga, 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 hell they ain't got my size I been ballin' for a minute, now I'm on the rise (You hear me?) Why the fuck 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 nigga out if I'm bein' honest How it feel bein' grown as fuck but your money childish? She like, "Dee, you told me you the realest, please don't break your promise" (Psych), fuck 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, shit, 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've been feelin' like I'm Pablo Bad lil' bitch 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 niggas wasn't fuckin' with us, but we never hated Swear to God that be the main reason niggas never made it Yeah, I see you got some new drip, but that shit outdated [Outro] Nigga talkin' 'bout he steppin', what's them, baby steps? Why your BBL saggin' like some old lady breasts? Tryna see if she a real bitch, it's time to take the test Wake up on that bullshit 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

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  • TrDee