Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Had A Deal, artist - Father. Date of issue: 20.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Had A Deal |
| Uh, yeah |
| Mhm, uh huh |
| Yeah |
| Awful Records |
| Yeah |
| Niggas got it out the mud |
| All you niggas is some studs |
| All your hoes catchin' nuts |
| But I’m not one to judge |
| Keep the white like McFlurry |
| Plug call me Pill Murray |
| I’ve been drinkin' on some bourbon |
| Nigga sick as fuck, slurrin' |
| Got two horns like Bruce Wayne |
| Naked, fuckin' on your boo thang |
| Fuck her in the ass like Hussain |
| Feel like HOV get a new lane |
| Red cup, red cup |
| Fuck around, boy, get your head busted |
| Redrum, redrum |
| Fuckin' your ho, got her head sprung |
| I can’t roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill |
| You keep fuckin' with my money, I might have to get you killed |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill |
| You keep talkin' to my bitch, boy we might have to get you knocked |
| Everybody on my payroll, yeah, your niggas and the cops |
| So don’t try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot |
| They gon' send your ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots |
| What? |
| Yeah |
| Ayy, when I feel sad a nigga start sippin' |
| Puttin' them Percs in my pinot noir |
| Crushin' up blues in my designer shoes |
| When I slip on red carpet I look like a star |
| Pullin' her bloomers off |
| Pourin' that sauvignon blanc on her titties and lickin' it off |
| Hermes chain go from her tatas to kitty |
| She say she want bad boy, I turned into Diddy |
| Ooh, yeah, I turned into 50 |
| Nigga on BET, nigga on STARZ |
| Everybody wanna know who in my car |
| Told my lil' bitch to go sit in the car |
| Everybody wanna know how that boy ball |
| Found her at the party, then fucked her in the stall |
| Break a bitch back like Bane |
| Mask on my face, yeah I’m bringin' the pain |
| I can’t roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill |
| You keep fuckin' with my money, I might have to get you killed |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill |
| You keep talkin' to my bitch, boy we might have to get you knocked |
| Everybody on my payroll, yeah, your niggas and the cops |
| So don’t try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot |
| They gon' send your ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots |
| What? |