M.C. J.Brown - Step on Up

Step on UP

Step, Step, Step on up, Step on up, Step on up, Step on up , Step on up , Step, Step, Step on up

hype man hear, we gone hang out heavy, coming with receipts, cause we rock the beat hardy
celebrate now, while we pile through the groove, little bit of nuance, put the boogie shoes on
whisper blow while the dim lights glow, all up in the place with an oral fixation
let's pin the tail, baby had a donkey, haters play the back, better stay the hell up off me
I got vitamins minerals, even rub with vinegar, then I turn up the bass, and get my step straight
some see the subtle, and I muscle my way, zig zag through beats, but i stay on track
i fly vessle, wrestle with the unknown, we all wnaa ticket, but to where gets tricky
Isift through flower, put the power on the pedal, flashin, send the beats through smash

everything on the take, like a fake superbowl, m1 active, bounce with the soul
boss up player, here's a receipe and sauce, give it to you kindly, free 99
I get paid with attention, mention of my name, is there fame or the fortune, for the lyrics here scortchin
dance under water, and not get wet, we gone free your mind, look at splash down time
signs of improvement, call ben simmons, I'm trying to make a mill, so the people think I'm winning
stop inflation, I'm the jubwa nation, ever since a child, wanted more recreation
the pace that I keep, show real impatience, feel the revelation, sensational touch
get in to finish it, some say I'm awsome, aim to find a benifit, darts in the target, notice that i centered it

game time ready, heard your talk is cheap, I got a mouth piece, to pull a dime drop sweet
don't sleep on the cut, I'm a dj buddy, not slim, nor shady, don't wah, like a baby
crazy kangaroo, hop to my flow, the way I speed it up, then I drop it low slow
how he fit the words, with the tounge twist tangles, mangle the battlers. packed on the saddle
old towh dirt, road dusty en a mug, haters bumb rush,but they need a tooth brush
I got heart in the synergy, pray for my enemy, three story, tall tales, call my rhyme a trilogy
3 sixteens, with a clean intonation, you couldn't do it, reallty even if you patient
I blast on the station, stay on vacttions, my name johnny afro, I run the jubwa nation

Written by:
THOMAS LEE BROWN, LEWIS HUGHES, NICHOLAS AUDINO, ARIANA GRANDE, JAMIL CHAMMAS, VICTORIA MONET, RYAN VOJTESAK

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Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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