Saucy Santana - Step

(Tre Trax, I think we got one)
Step, step left, right step
(It's Trax Season, bruh)

I don't know what y'all been told (ha)
Head high, stank walk, cocaine toes
Now step (step), step (step), left, right, step
Now step (step), step (step), left, right, step

Uh, I'ma teach y'all hoes how to step (step)
Get right or broke boy get left (bye)
To the left like Beyoncé
Or make it rain on me like Ashanti
Make a nigga beat that cat with a dog
Left cheek, right cheek, ass jumpin' like a frog
Louis, Gucci, Pucci coochie
Stop playin' nigga, I ain't a wifey, I'm a hoochie
Hands on ya knees, Renni Rucci
Baby mama ain't shit word to Foogi'
Vroom, vroom, I want to ride that Suzuki
Pussy real good, but my name ain't Suki
I get my money, I mind my business
Tryna block him from my phone but that nigga still tripping
I'm just tired of playin' games but a bitch still tricking
I'ma teach you how to step, baby, assume the position (step)

I don't know what y'all been told (ha)
Head high, stank walk, cocaine toes
Now step (step), step (step), left, right, step
Now step (step), step (step), left, right, step

I had to switch up the flow, to let you bitches know
I'm a self made bitch, nobody that I owe (nah)
Jewelry on Jeezy, watch them diamonds snow
And from the back of the room you can see the glow
Worried about a stimulus, account is on infinity
Please don't me sis, little bitch you ain't no kin to me
Dusty-ass bitch, you ain't no friend, you a enemy
I don't see you bitches, oh my God, I'm so into me
Ride the beat, laa
Pussy heavenly, haa
Bitch you can't compete, nah
Naturally, raw
Let me, let me, let me see if you can walk (you can walk)
Pussy humming like I'm in a Trackhawk
Put the coochie on him, dick raw (ah)
That is not how you step, lil' bitch you need to stop

I don't know what y'all been told (ha)
Head high, stank walk, cocaine toes
Now step (step), step (step), left, right, step (walk it out)
Now step (step), step (step), left, right, step

I don't know what y'all been told
(Tre Trax, I think we got one)
Head high, stank walk, cocaine toes (yeah, bitch)
(It's Trax Season, bruh)

Written by:
Deandre Hunter, Jeremiah Philippe-Auguste, John Norris III, Rashad Spain

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