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Lemon Pepper Steppers
Freddie Gibbs • The Alchemist
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Yeah
Check, check
Yeah, I'ma go all, all the way through this shit
Check, check
You know I'm one of the best nigga to ever do this shit, you feel me?
Smokin' opps, walk down your block, I put that bitch in shock
Wipe his nose, tag on they toes, I just knocked off his socks (yeah)
Hundred shots came right back at us, same day, ain't nothin' drop
Send your shooter back to you shot, tell 'em you fucking flopped
Just say my name, Mr. Insane, crack on my razor blade
Break it to the left, put the gang on my chest, that's cradle to the grave
Took it to the West, had my own cash on deck, put a bad bitch on the plane
Soon as we landed, we shop for that fetti
This Mafia shit, boy, you don't understand me
Y'all tried it though
Tried to pull a nigga back, but that life I left it (yeah)
R-EVs and i7s turn my garage electric (yeah)
I said, "Bitch, open your heart, or you might just block your blessing" (yeah)
She sucked my dick after church in these lemon pepper steppers
Smokin' dope, fresh off the boat, she said her throat the GOAT
I gave all my side hos a rope, climb up or fucking choke
Fuck it, yo, turn niggas ghost, I inhale all the smoke
Make promoters cancel your show, 50 guns at the door
So say my name, Mr. Insane, blood on my razor blade
Nigga shoulda jacked me and whacked me, what's happenin'?
Now I feel no fuckin' pain
Being too extra, you need extra people
Your pockets ain't ready for war, I can peep it
It's Rabbit the Reaper, I'll send out them creepers
You niggas is nervous, it won't be no sleeping
Y'all tried it though
Tried to break niggas down, tryna block my blessings (yeah)
R-EVs and i7s turn my garage electric (yeah)
Too cheap to cop a Bugatti, too gangster for a Tesla (yeah)
She sucked my dick after church in these lemon pepper steppers (uh)
(Smokin' dope, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Smokin' dope, she said her throat the GOAT, yeah
(Look at our young children out here, man, naked)
(Hot pants on, showin' everything they born with)
Smokin' dope, she said her throat the GOAT, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Tall enough to be sinnin' out with
I want it to be good for you people that says
God don't look at the outer, he look at the heart
Don't tell me that lie (amen)
Back on love, baby, down on me
Holy hands, what you gon' say?