Lyrics Deli - St. Leroy II

Deli

St. Leroy II — Deli
How you doin?
How you feelin?
I’m impeccable
I’m always on point like a decimal
Need my bread on top of bread like a deli though
And I don’t trust a soul cause you never know
How you doin?
How you feelin?
I’m impeccable
I’m always on point like a decimal
Need my bread on top of bread like a deli though
And I don’t trust a soul cause you never know
Come from nothin' like I’m back from the dead
305 Dade County where I’m bred
In the black I can’t die in the red
And my mama wanna brand new benz
I grew up mayonnaise sandwich every night
Every other day FPL they cut the lights
On my hustle like I got a hunnid kids
Marathon continues always bout my biz
I feel exuberant welcome to the phantom of the opera
Walk through the fire just like Chaka Khan
Dress to nice to be a thug
Got a smile everybody momma love
I’m on it
How you doin?
How you feelin?
I’m impeccable
I’m always on point like a decimal
Need my bread on top of bread like a deli though
And I don’t trust a soul cause you never know
How you doin?
How you feelin?
I’m impeccable
I’m always on point like a decimal
Need my bread on top of bread like a deli though
And I don’t trust a soul cause you never know
I got bands in my sights
She want me to spend the night
I’m up sipping' my wine
Po a lil for the homies
I got bands in my sights
She want me to spend the night
I’m up sipping' my wine
Po a lil for the homies
How you doin?
How you feelin?
I’m impeccable
I’m always on point like a decimal
Need my bread on top of bread like a deli though
And I don’t trust a soul cause you never know
How you doin?
How you feelin?
I’m impeccable
I’m always on point like a decimal
Need my bread on top of bread like a deli though
And I don’t trust a soul cause you never know