"Big Stepper" lyrics
You ready, haha
Let's go
I'm-a leave a man dizzy, I'm booked, I'm busy
Give me the Lohan, I'ma do 'em like Lindsey
Yeah, put it right there, no Chingy
Going ball on a bitch, make a wish, no Timmy
I can't half-ass shit 'cause the back's U-Haul
No magnums, I want it raw, I'm a dog
I'm grabbing on 'em by the balls, so when I talk
I'm just flipping through the paper like a fuckin' catalog
I don't do it on the net, I'd rather do it analog
Wrap around 'em like the lights hanging on a tannenbaum
I blew out the competition like they're leaving the salon
And I'ma get the stage lit, Canada to Panama
Hannah Montana blonde, got wings, I'm a car
I'ma do this shit for me, not the fans and the blogs
Random calls in Atlanta, hand 'em off
Dialogue for the managers, you're dealing with the boss
Only supreme I rock's Diana Ross
Anacondas in the grass and I'm 'bout to mow the lawn
Panasonic, you can turn the channel on
Bitch, I'm on, every line's jaw-dropping like a yawn
Keep calm, carry on, I turn into Barry Bonds
If they're pitching my song then it's gone
Not the type to walk around like a god
'Cause I bought a personality from Yves Saint Laurent
Type of shit, poppin' shit, got it off the confidence
Fire in the booth, they probably think that I'm an arsonist
I don't give a fuck about a hater who's anonymous
Show me your accomplishments
Bitch, I'm in my prime, twelve incline
Pumped up boots, see the shelf from the side
Bet ya' man imagining my box like a mime
Wondering what it would feel like to be mine
And I guess he'll never know how to spend a dime
I'm on Cannon Beach with tequila and a lime
Keep clocking in, bitch, I'm on dame time
Big stepper Wynne, big step for mankind
Now show 'em how to do it
I can make it translucent, get it groovin'
I'm the only one to whom I gotta prove it
Whole team moving like a unit, ten 'n two it on the wheel
They want smoke then I'm down to pollute it
And I never took a shortcut, I circuit it out of the plug
Step on their neck like a rug
I'm out of the field like lumen
Take it from where it was, and level up just because
Put me next to anyone and I show you who really do this
This is an uppercut, this is how I fuck 'em up
I'm top two and definitely not the runner up
I got the Mojo, Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup
Turn around, pull 'em down, tell a hater "Pucker up"
I don't give a mother fuck
Rhyme scheme double Dutch
Ice tea cropped white T, no tummy tuck
If she's a pick-me, she is not one of us
Sting like a bee
Float the beat like a rubber duck, bitch
Woo!
It's too hot up in here
Let's go
I'm-a leave a man dizzy, I'm booked, I'm busy
Give me the Lohan, I'ma do 'em like Lindsey
Yeah, put it right there, no Chingy
Going ball on a bitch, make a wish, no Timmy
I can't half-ass shit 'cause the back's U-Haul
No magnums, I want it raw, I'm a dog
I'm grabbing on 'em by the balls, so when I talk
I'm just flipping through the paper like a fuckin' catalog
I don't do it on the net, I'd rather do it analog
Wrap around 'em like the lights hanging on a tannenbaum
I blew out the competition like they're leaving the salon
And I'ma get the stage lit, Canada to Panama
Hannah Montana blonde, got wings, I'm a car
I'ma do this shit for me, not the fans and the blogs
Random calls in Atlanta, hand 'em off
Dialogue for the managers, you're dealing with the boss
Only supreme I rock's Diana Ross
Anacondas in the grass and I'm 'bout to mow the lawn
Panasonic, you can turn the channel on
Bitch, I'm on, every line's jaw-dropping like a yawn
Keep calm, carry on, I turn into Barry Bonds
If they're pitching my song then it's gone
Not the type to walk around like a god
'Cause I bought a personality from Yves Saint Laurent
Type of shit, poppin' shit, got it off the confidence
Fire in the booth, they probably think that I'm an arsonist
I don't give a fuck about a hater who's anonymous
Show me your accomplishments
Bitch, I'm in my prime, twelve incline
Pumped up boots, see the shelf from the side
Bet ya' man imagining my box like a mime
Wondering what it would feel like to be mine
And I guess he'll never know how to spend a dime
I'm on Cannon Beach with tequila and a lime
Keep clocking in, bitch, I'm on dame time
Big stepper Wynne, big step for mankind
Now show 'em how to do it
I can make it translucent, get it groovin'
I'm the only one to whom I gotta prove it
Whole team moving like a unit, ten 'n two it on the wheel
They want smoke then I'm down to pollute it
And I never took a shortcut, I circuit it out of the plug
Step on their neck like a rug
I'm out of the field like lumen
Take it from where it was, and level up just because
Put me next to anyone and I show you who really do this
This is an uppercut, this is how I fuck 'em up
I'm top two and definitely not the runner up
I got the Mojo, Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup
Turn around, pull 'em down, tell a hater "Pucker up"
I don't give a mother fuck
Rhyme scheme double Dutch
Ice tea cropped white T, no tummy tuck
If she's a pick-me, she is not one of us
Sting like a bee
Float the beat like a rubber duck, bitch
Woo!
It's too hot up in here
