Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deli , by - M24. Song from the album Drip N Drill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: M24
Song language: English
Deli |
| Free all the homies doin' up life |
| Real life, nigga, you don’t wanna lose your life |
| No hype, nigga, you don’t want hype |
| Free J, free Grips one time (Free 'em) |
| All the get back’s home due time |
| My friends do it on sight |
| Nigga, how you gon' take man’s shine? |
| Don’t get it twisted 'cause of the music (Don't) |
| I still bruck shot like Teddy (Boom) |
| I was out tryna ching man’s chest and belly (Ching) |
| Beat that mash like a fuckin' jezzie (Beat that) |
| I got a cutie in pum pum shorts (Yes) |
| She just wanna take D up in her belly (All up in her-, all up in her) |
| We up on the board by many (Too much points) |
| Opp blocks, it was mask on my face like Freddy (Mask on my face) |
| I seen bare man shake like jelly (Yes, yes) |
| All of that talk gets boring, prove it (Prove it) |
| Get the drop then go get ready (Get the drop) |
| War, man’s ready (Wee) |
| Get the bro’s, man’s air, man’s ready (Wee, wee) |
| Them man, we don’t penny (No) |
| But they pour that Henny (Yeah, yeah) |
| She wanna be my baby (Yeah) |
| But I fell in love with reddies (Yeah) |
| Free JB, on your block like Jenny |
| boss eye Headie (That way, that way) |
| Far from petty, gang slid on the L and got R, not Kelly (Woi, woi) |
| Man get real close, I don’t know about sweaties (Woof, woof) |
| You get me? |
| Five man deep in this ride, get sweaty |
| Tekky, we don’t really fuck with many (No) |
| Ready to crash on any (Boo) |
| Brown one, she a wetty (Bad one) |
| Watch this bad one come to the deli (Come to the deli) |
| And bro’s got the lengest of food, no deli’s (Peng) |
| GB’s, man shelly (Get back) |
| We done shut down shows already (Yes) |
| Beef, got plenty but man’s ready |
| Man’s still got a grip that’s steady (Grip that, drop that) |
| Cute and feisty (Yes) |
| Big batty, she ain’t got no belly (Fat as fuck) |
| This L pack come quiet |
| Biscotti when I smoke that zeggie (Loud as fuck) |
| Run man down and ching it (Yes) |
| Do it like I did it already (Uh-uh) |
| BIll that after I count up racks (Rackers) |
| Wake and bake, I ain’t had no brekkie |
| Right now, man’s high |
| But I’m tryna get higher (Woi) |
| Liar (Uh), pants on fire (Yeah) |
| Bro bro back that frier (Woi) |
| And let that sing like Mariah |
| Don’t take the mick like Danny Dyer |
| Go down, minor, minor (Woi) |
| Well-known rider |
| Little bit of fame, don’t let it excite ya (Grr) |
| Back that blade and knife for any little ting that’s tryna get hyper |
| I ain’t been no typer |
| Fly OT, lick shots like Schneider |
| Tied down, me and them man can’t size up |
| My mind’s up, I don’t like them man either |