| Cook this shit up, Quay
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| I know they ain’t feeling my pain
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| I got codeine inside my veins
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| Yeah
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| I don’t know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
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| We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defence
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| He got his racks and all like Jacques he ready to dive in
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| Lil homie thuggin', he can’t even swim, he in the deep end
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| They offerin' the shooter the death penalty, he won’t tell on me
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| I know if I go broke today, them same hoes gon bail on me
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| I got 'em throwin' salt, they steady tryna fuck up my recipe
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| Amiri jeans, a hundred pack, ain’t nothin' 'bout a nigga cheap
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| Sellin' weed in the projects
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| Relapsed on the hi-tech
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| Told the game that we up next
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| Put them on a G5 jet
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| Overseas with my sidepiece
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| My crease, you gotta be a dime piece
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| We gon' stick together like assigned seats
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| On that .30, gon', nigga, try me
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| Whoever thought I’d put a hunnid on my name
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| Whoever thought that I’d say «I'm the one up next»
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| Whoever thought that they’d be considerin' me the best
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| Whoever thought, whoever thought, whoever thought
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| Whoever thought
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| I don’t know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
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| We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defence
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| He got his racks and all like Jacques he ready to dive in
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| Lil homie thuggin', he can’t even swim, he in the deep end
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| Go and ask about me in the streets, they heard of me
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| If she find out I been creepin', she gon' murder me
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| I ain’t trippin', no complaints, I got my courtesy
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| Yo, all the time I let the windows down so they can see us
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| I take the hitters around the globe, that’s all I know
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| I met her last night, she tried to give me her soul
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| I got 'em hatin', they throwin' shots, they on their toes
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| One thing they know, one thing they know
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| Ain’t gon' let up on them niggas
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| Once you try us, ain’t gon' stop
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| If there’s pressure, let me know
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| So we can pull up with them Glocks
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| Tryna dodge the bullshit and tryna make it to the top
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| If I never sell a record, I’m gon' make it on the block
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| How you gon' wait 'til I make it
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| Then try to hate on me, nigga, I don’t need you
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| I put the food on the table
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| Nigga, who’s hungry? |
| I try to feed you
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| Treat all my niggas like bosses
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| Nobody’s better, everyone equal
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| Real talk, this is the sequel
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| Hold it down for my people
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| I don’t know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
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| We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defence
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| He got his racks and all like Jacques he ready to dive in
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| Lil homie thuggin', he can’t even swim, he in the deep end
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| I don’t know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
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| We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defence
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| He got his racks and all like Jacques he ready to dive in
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| Lil homie thuggin', he can’t even swim, he in the deep end |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deep End , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album Drip Harder, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп