Intro

Think i'm finna put you on? tell me what's that reasoning
I came with that seasoning but don't bring all that beefing in
Tell me that i'm preaching and they don't know what i'm keeping in
Trust me if you knew you ain't believing it
I feel like a big steppa
No pressure
Walk in looking fresh as hell
Bitch this ain't no dress up
Don't act like this shit a game and think you know now
Be glad you facing me he go grrr baow
Yeah he get to dumping
We up to something
I step in I do my dance I might get to crumping
So don't treat me like i'm nothing with all that bluffing
Watch me flip a switch and get that party bumping
When the lights down I turn up
I got that spliff on me to burn up
She telling me I smell good
That ___ that you ain't heard of
Climbing up the game like bitch get me a ladder
A youngin but i move like a natural disaster



Credits
Writer(s): Marta Ivelisse Pesante, Hiram Ivan Cruz-garcia
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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