Remedy Cure+ - B 'N' A Step Lyrics

Rems
Yeah
Think I need a beat and a step
Man, I think I need a beat and a step
That's a ting that can ride on the waist
That's a ting that can ride through the ends (Woo!)
Think I need a beat and a step that's a ting
That can ride through the ends (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Looking real prestige in a dress blacked out
She be dipping from the feds, eh (She's dipping from the feds)
Flex on the street real bad and you know that she hotter than rest, eh
(She hotter than the rest)
Holding it down for a man and you know that she ride to the death
Look, I need the sauce and the recipe (Ah)
Share it with the gang and you know she protecting me (Yeah!)
Swear this ting will fully ride out on my enemies (Wha)
Giving her my love so you know she got the best of me (Uhhhh)
Remove the clip she dismantle the heat
She-a throw away the rubber got her hands on my piece
That's a (What?) freakish night with my body in between
Say she wanna' feel the shot from a king to a queen
Bad and bougee, my amigo
So it's always three rounds when we gotta reload
Take note cause when she taking me home
She be ripping off my shirt I be ripping off her clothes (Off her what?)
This young hitter, bad with a figure
Not only her body that I see getting thicker
Priceless, I keep her dancing in the diamonds
Keep me on my toes, man she got a brudda grindin
Think I need a beat and a step that's a ting that can ride through the ends
Looking real prestige in a dress blacked out, she be dipping from the feds, eh
(She's dipping from the feds)
Flex on the street real bad and you know that she hotter than rest, eh
(She hotter than the rest)
Holding it down for a man and you know that she ride to the death
"Death do us part" what she screaming on the road
She hit my line, I ring her phone any time she feel alone (Feel her what)
I pick her up and then we roll (Woo!)
She wanna eat, we getting food on the go! (On the go!)
Light it up and then we bake (Ehh)
I hit it raw, ah, she love a well done steak (Uhhhh)
A full plate, that's a man with estates
Got a yard in the sticks that we call the hidden base
A short visit, cooking in the kitchen
Shorty wanna' know how I turn porridge into business
I keep it whippin', trapped up in the system
Hard times got another brudda playing victim
She stay committed, cuffed to the game
Before we hit the road she wanna' be detained
Hands on her waist, put her in her place
Had me gripping on her thighs, doing damage with the mace
Think I need a beat and a step that's a ting that can ride through the ends
Looking real prestige in a dress blacked out, she be dipping from the feds, eh
(She's dipping from the feds)
Flex on the street real bad and you know that she hotter than rest, eh
(She hotter than the rest)
Holding it down for a man and you know that she ride to the death