My Own Steps (feat. T-Pain & Fabo)

Roscoe Dash

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    [Chorus (4x):]
    I got my own steps. I got my own style*

    I can get this party started... Watch how... We can do it (4x)

    Roscoe Dash...

    Step it up step it up step it up step it up
    Break the knob off right now
    Crumpin or stuntin do what ya wanna
    I'm a crank the party up right now (right now)
    Roscoe be so flexxed up and I make it look so effortless
    I show out show out everwhere I go out ten bad models watch me when I go out
    Oh how know I go so hard I'm a big dog stick out my yard
    Press record cause you gon wanna take this spaceship takin off on a one way to mars
    And you turn up regardeless show out and go the hardest
    Go dumb go dumb go dumb lose control and go retarded
    See I got my own steps and I got my own style
    Overseas money honey me turn up a long time
    R.O.S.C.O.E. I done blew up like a landmine and I'm winnin by a land slide

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    [Chorus]

    [T-Pain:]
    Nappy boy boy boy boy [x2]
    I got my own steps I got my own style
    If everybody keeps stealin it from me then I'm a have to go wild
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    Yeah better back up boy when the dj turn the track up boy
    Cause all these haters in the club must wanna really wanna see the teddy pizzle act up boy
    Calp clap clap clap boy on the nude dance floor and I take your girl to the show and tell
    And if I perform well that's gonna give her more to tell
    Doin just what we doin girl don't even know what she doin
    Homie if she take this trip again you will never fit again
    Steppin in and out I got my own step my own clique
    Lovin on that chick I left her in that club like oh sh*t
    Oh it's just another one of them classic t-pain antics
    Got her makin up brand new dances she get low to the ground like antz'
    Everytime I put on anteris all she think about is marriage
    Homie you can't pull no girls you're like a horse with out a carriage
    Damn
    I don't even know how many karats in my chain chain
    Buddy do I have to explain splain
    Nobody on the corner got swagger like us
    You got yours from t-pain

    [Chorus]

    [Roscoe Dash:]
    Umm now that partys turned up whatchu gon do?
    Errbody with me boppin like a hippy
    Id be mad if I was you...
    Because I party party party hardy
    Shorty go retarded
    Gon and do yo dance and...
    Just go stupid do it do it
    Show em you're the man or woman and can't nobody else do it like you can
    Gon and break it down break it down break it down break it down
    Do it with no hands
    Ain't no copy cats round here boy we settin trends

    [Chorus]

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