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If He Step On These I Might Just Lyrics By Comethazine. If he step on these, I might just f^^k around and sock him (bi^^h!) Dangle that boy over a ledge and then I drop him (Bye!) Shoot a bullet straight to his head, I solved the problem (Boom, boom!).

If He Step On These I Might Just Lyrics

Yeah, bi^^h
Where the bricks, where the blow?
bi^^h, yeah
Where the bricks, where the blow? (Where the bricks, where the blow?)
(Ayy, man, Comethazine up in this bi^^h, ni^^a, know I’m piped the f^^k up)
Where the bricks, where the blow? (Where the bricks, where the blow?)
bi^^h, bi^^h, yuh, ayy

Where the bricks, where the blow?
Was serving double O, slither gang, bloody nose
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand ni^^a but he gone (Yeah)
Now I gotta smoke these pu^^y ni^^as on my own (I gotta smoke ’em on my own)
These ni^^as actin’ tough but turn pu^^y over a ho (bi^^h)
Boy, I would never go, I d^^k that ho, then make her go (C’mere!)
bi^^h, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Body!)
And bi^^h, I got your phone, wait ’til you leave to turn it on (Aw-yeah)

That ni^^a talkin’ tough, yes, I can hear it in his tone (bi^^h!)
I slapped him with the chrome, then put a bullet in his dome (C’mere!)
My all white Air Force 1s gotta be fresh or I can’t rock ’em (I can’t rock ’em)
If he step on these, I might just f^^k around and sock him (bi^^h!)
Dangle that boy over a ledge and then I drop him (Bye!)
Shoot a bullet straight to his head, I solved the problem (Boom, boom!)
Not going back and forth on the ‘Gram, I had to block him (No)
Rather catch him lackin’ in public and then pop him (C’mere!)
Caught him on the elevator, had to 2Pac him
I’ma pull a Biggie Smalls, ni^^a, don’t know who shot him
If I shoot and I miss, I bet one of my guys got him
And I’ma let him keep his s^^t ’cause I’m rich, I ain’t gotta rob him

Where the bricks, where the blow?
Was serving double O, slither gang, bloody nose
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand ni^^a but he gone (Yeah)
Now I gotta smoke these pu^^y ni^^as on my own (I gotta smoke ’em on my own)
These ni^^as actin’ tough but turn pu^^y over a ho (bi^^h)
Boy, I would never go, I d^^k that ho, then make her go (C’mere!)
bi^^h, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Body!)
And bi^^h, I got your phone, wait ’til you leave to turn it on (Aw-yeah)
Where the bricks, where the blow?
Was serving double O, slither gang, bloody nose
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand ni^^a but he gone (Yeah)
Now I gotta smoke these pu^^y ni^^as on my own (I gotta smoke ’em on my own)
These ni^^as actin’ tough but turn pu^^y over a ho (bi^^h)
Boy, I would never go, I d^^k that ho, then make her go (C’mere!)
bi^^h, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Body!)
And bi^^h, I got your phone, wait ’til you leave to turn it on (Aw-yeah)

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