pull me through There'll never be anyone Stepping in your shoes, oh oh There will never be anyone Stepping in your shoes There will never be anyone Stepping in your shoes
about me now Now and forever! (Chorus) Oh.... Oh.... There will never be anyone Stepping in your shoes. There will never be anyone Stepping in your shoes
never be anyone Who can take the place of you There'll never be anyone Giving it all to pull me through There'll never be anyone Stepping in your shoes
번역: 그랜트 에이미. 신발에서 스텝을 밟고.
on Thursday, it's your birthday And Friday I aint lying, King Of Diamonds I'm in heaven Red Bone pussy poppin' on my black and red 11?s Patent leather when I step
'm back Strike a match, catch a fire, any moment I decide That's enough of all your lies, boy, your buzz just died Step inside, super fly, to the shoes
on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam
, yah, yah, yah When I step up in the place ,ay yo, I step correct Woo hah, got you all in check I got that head nod shit make you break your neck Woo
scar look like this Yo' ass get scared, a bitch would learn Versatile don't pay for titties Know your name, gettin' head in the range of the city Hittin' switches, while your
intangible Hands uncuffed, take the leash off this animal If it's getting hyphy hit me with a night-c (yeah) Slip right into your stripper shoes
Everybody put your hands up! I'm gonna pull on my dancing shoes And find a crazy outfit 'cause tonight it's all about you I can't wait till I show you
it There aint nothing to it Get out your seat Why You aint glued to it Be easy and watch that--tone Keep stepping with your new suede shoes
you were in your purple velvet shoes Painting visions of a world I never knew And now we're dance around in circles And you don't mind me stepping on your
I got a million ways to get it, choose one Bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next
lames, niggas with bad aim Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery Thanks to the pastor rappin' at your
leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No offense, I'll put your face
Like a terrible towel, I faced her around But his fangs come out, get your brains blown out That's what I call blowing your mind When I come back, like nut on your
