Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deeper , by - Madlib. Song from the album Piñata, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.02.2021
Record label: Madlib Invazion
Song language: English
Deeper |
| Keep an AK and the backup in the backroom |
| Cook a meal clean and she suck me like a vacuum |
| Took a vacation to the county, I’ll be back soon |
| Sent a couple zero’s, money on my J-pay |
| Payin off the COs', smoking on the gateway |
| Word around the block when I was locked she gave my thang away |
| 'Bout to have a baby with a nigga, that’s what they say |
| (They say) Damn… Well, please say it ain’t so |
| Took off the glove, say it’s love when it ain’t though |
| Her classmate was comin over, that was strange though |
| Apparently the homework ain’t all he came for |
| Maybe you stank ho, maybe that’s a bit mean |
| Maybe you grew up and I’m still livin like I’m sixteen |
| Like a child runnin wild in the city streets |
| Man I put that bitch up on her feet, she cut a nigga deep |
| Damn… bitch! |
| (That's why I treat these hoes the way I treat 'em now) |
| That’s deeper than a muh’fucker baby, know what I’m sayin? |
| Slammin — Smack it up and flip it, then I rub it down |
| Zip it up, and then I ship it to another town |
| Smokin hella weed while me and Willie bust a couple pounds |
| She used to like that type of shit, now we don’t fuck around |
| Girl you used to say them other niggaz wasn’t hood enough |
| Got your lil' degree, now niggaz from the hood ain’t good enough |
| Bitch you wasn’t trippin when that old school was pullin up |
| You was short on ends at your college, who would put 'em up? |
| (Put em up) Uh… Well bitch, I’m out here puttin on |
| I hope you feel the pain I’m feelin when you hear this song |
| Don’t want a nigga that’s gon' slang shit up in your home |
| But you ran off and got engaged, man that shit was wrong |
| All to a nigga that don’t got nothin that I ain’t got |
| Only difference is he tryna be a fuckin astronaut |
| Saw this pussy nigga when I walked up in the barber shop |
| Green as a leaf, lookin sweet, that cut a nigga deep |
| Damn… |
| So these the type of niggaz you fuckin with now, baby? |
| Nuhmsayin? |
| Square ass muh’fucker |
| (You used to love a thug nigga) Yeah, yeah |
| Uhh~! |
| I love her and she love him, so I never touch him |
| She’s got his baby in the oven, so it’s motherfuck him |
| Ain’t trippin cause you got a nigga, I just think you rushin |
| But leavin him to be with me ain’t part of our discussion (nah.) |
| Plus I’m on the road now, different color hoes now |
| Layed back on the dope, I’m gettin dollars off my shows now |
| Bitches wanna tie me down, but I ain’t in that mode now |
| Five years later, why you callin up my phone now? |
| (Phone now) Uh… Well bitch, how you get the number? |
| Like every other month I’m switchin up that motherfucker |
| Back on the bus I used to finger-fuck her singin Usher |
| Down on my luck and then she upped and left me for a sucka |
| I reminisce on all the crazy shit we did |
| You and me forever, shit we say when we was kids |
| She said, «I'm havin problems and I pray that he forgive |
| when he find out the baby ain’t his», that cut a nigga deep |
| Damn… What the fuck? |
| So, what you tryna say baby? |
| The baby ain’t his? |
| Whose is it? |
| Uh, yea. |