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Big T Evans - Big Steppa Flow Lyrics



Big T Evans - Big Steppa Flow Lyrics




I-I put a choppa in his face and now that nigga sleeping
I put a bomb under her car and now that bitch is beeping
My boy then took too many percs and now that nigga tweaking
I shot that boy up in his bed and now his body stinking
I don't beef with a nigga 'bout a f*cking post
But if he try me in real life he gon' become a ghost
These bitch ass niggas always do the most
Til' they get trapped in a fire and turn into toast
I don't cry bout a nigga or a f*cking ho
I'm always trapping in the city so I'm on the go
I'm on the run having fun with my f*cking bro
Chasing business opportunities to get that dough
My cash flow is coming to a steady pace
And I said f*ck Fayette County when I got that case
I let it spray with the K when I see her place
Because she should've been with me on that high speed chase
I got the glicks and the sticks in my f*cking home
So if you try to take my shit you gon' be f*cking gone
I got my shootas in the bushes, they gon' hit yo' dome
I got my members on standby, just gotta tap my phone
I'm with my boy Yung Jesus and we spent a rack
And he's my favorite white nigga so I got his back
So if a bitch nigga try him, put em in a sack
And then we go about our day and smoke that goofy pack
You niggas really silly
I could trade yo' whole damn family for a Milly
Imma f*ck yo' bitch and then I put her with Billy
Then I take yo sister and bust her in Philly
You know if there's cops I'm gonna do the dash
My bitch told me to watch out cause I'm gon' crash
I listen to 50, I don't listen to that trash
But I'll listen to some Kankan cause that nigga shit is gas
Aye
I'm on the go everyday
I'm a 22' graduate so I gotta get pay
If a nigga try to stop me he get beamed with this ray
These bitches wanna call me but I said not today
Aye
Yeah I've been gone for a minute
Now I'm back Big Steppin' and I'm pushing the limit
Tell yo' homie stop playing ha, yeah he better quit it
If you gon' give me a check I better see triple digits
I don't take chump change nigga I wanna see millions
Don't make me cause a problem in front of all these civillians
Cause I'll air this bitch out and blow up all these pavillions
And your statements aren't facts nigga, they are just opinions
Aye
(I got the K, let it spray)
(I could care less what a bitch nigga say)
(I don't give a damn, I'm just tryna get paid)
(Big Steppa Evans, that's my second nickname, Aye)
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I-I put a choppa in his face and now that nigga sleeping
I put a bomb under her car and now that bitch is beeping
My boy then took too many percs and now that nigga tweaking
I shot that boy up in his bed and now his body stinking
I don't beef with a nigga 'bout a f*cking post
But if he try me in real life he gon' become a ghost
These bitch ass niggas always do the most
Til' they get trapped in a fire and turn into toast
I don't cry bout a nigga or a f*cking ho
I'm always trapping in the city so I'm on the go
I'm on the run having fun with my f*cking bro
Chasing business opportunities to get that dough
My cash flow is coming to a steady pace
And I said f*ck Fayette County when I got that case
I let it spray with the K when I see her place
Because she should've been with me on that high speed chase
I got the glicks and the sticks in my f*cking home
So if you try to take my shit you gon' be f*cking gone
I got my shootas in the bushes, they gon' hit yo' dome
I got my members on standby, just gotta tap my phone
I'm with my boy Yung Jesus and we spent a rack
And he's my favorite white nigga so I got his back
So if a bitch nigga try him, put em in a sack
And then we go about our day and smoke that goofy pack
You niggas really silly
I could trade yo' whole damn family for a Milly
Imma f*ck yo' bitch and then I put her with Billy
Then I take yo sister and bust her in Philly
You know if there's cops I'm gonna do the dash
My bitch told me to watch out cause I'm gon' crash
I listen to 50, I don't listen to that trash
But I'll listen to some Kankan cause that nigga shit is gas
Aye
I'm on the go everyday
I'm a 22' graduate so I gotta get pay
If a nigga try to stop me he get beamed with this ray
These bitches wanna call me but I said not today
Aye
Yeah I've been gone for a minute
Now I'm back Big Steppin' and I'm pushing the limit
Tell yo' homie stop playing ha, yeah he better quit it
If you gon' give me a check I better see triple digits
I don't take chump change nigga I wanna see millions
Don't make me cause a problem in front of all these civillians
Cause I'll air this bitch out and blow up all these pavillions
And your statements aren't facts nigga, they are just opinions
Aye
(I got the K, let it spray)
(I could care less what a bitch nigga say)
(I don't give a damn, I'm just tryna get paid)
(Big Steppa Evans, that's my second nickname, Aye)
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Writer: Tavier Evans
Copyright: Lyrics © Big T Records, Euphoria Media Group Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Create Music Publishing

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Performed By: Big T Evans
Length: 2:25
Written by: Tavier Evans

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