Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not That Deep, artist - Stormzy. Album song Not That Deep - EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.11.2014
Record label: The HeavyTrackerz
Song language: English
Not That Deep |
| Walk in the rave with a smile on my face |
| Yeah man I got a few racks on me |
| Worm came through, don’t ask what you pay |
| Tell man straight that a strap’s not cheap |
| Light up my set, then I’m out of the rave |
| Waiting around, nah that’s not me |
| I got caught in the club with a slut |
| Tell my girl that it’s not that deep |
| (It's not that deep) |
| I’m not the one you can move to |
| I only lack when I choose to |
| Up in my car, connect my phone to my bluetooth |
| This ain’t the flow that they used to |
| Get stopped on the road like rah |
| My mans hard, swear my man’s off of YouTube? |
| Come from below, then I blow like I’m due to |
| Nigga fuck your voodoo |
| Jakes move dark in the Vectras |
| Make prof that’s after the extras |
| Still tryna put my Marge in a Lexus |
| What’s the point? |
| Don’t ask who the best is, hashtag problem! |
| Whip up the rock like I’m Austin |
| The man with the options, know a wasteman when I spot them |
| Park off the whip like, yeah man we lost them |
| Getting money in, it’s often |
| Still got bare grown men all scared of the kid |
| Can’t lie it’s been a good year for the kid |
| Your postcode don’t make you a gangster, you’re not bad your area is |
| Fifth gear but it’s six gears on the stick |
| You blowing up this year is a myth |
| We’ve got ten man chasing a dream, you’ve got ten man sharing a spliff, like |
| Wind me up yeah I’m raring to flip |
| Washed dons can’t bear when I spit |
| Ride for my friend, yeah I don’t care who it is, tell man be careful you div |
| Beef with the champ, my man pulled out a shank, how you gonna scare me with |
| this? |
| Nah really, how you gonna scare me with this? |
| My bro stabbed me in my back |
| Ask Swift what I do about that (what I do about that) |
| He said Ak, brother don’t talk just attack |
| Came to the all white ting in all black |
| Jumped on the mic with Jabba and Tash |
| Check one two check, nigga I’m gassed |
| Mandem roll through, yeah nigga I’m back! |
| Walk in the rave with a smile on my face |
| Yeah man I got a few racks on me |
| Worm came through, don’t ask what you pay |
| Tell man straight that a strap’s not cheap |
| Light up my set then I’m out of the rave |
| Waiting around, nah that’s not me |
| I got caught in the club with a slut |
| Tell my girl that it’s not that deep (it's not that deep) |
| A rapper try come for my throne |
| Ask Flipz should I kill them or no? |
| (should I kill them or no) |
| He said «Yo, brother don’t talk just blow» |
| 10 car convoy to my last show |
| Spliff in the club, what d’you mean I can’t smoke? |
| Drink in my cup, what d’you mean I can’t cope? |
| Bun down the dance then I send man home |
| You can check my bros |
| Some of them buss gun, some of them go uni |
| Some of them go church on a Sunday, some of them mash work with a uzi |
| But none of my mandem are fruity |
| Yeah most of my mandem are unruly |
| Man are dishing out threats, putting money on my head |
| Then they see me on the roads then they screw me |
| How can I be scared? |
| Big man like me with a beard |
| I buss two two jokes in my vids, now they think I’m a prick, little nigga beware |
| Swear that nigga turned bad last year? |
| Fuck your tape, nigga we don’t care |
| Stormzy’s whack yeah? |
| I swear I’ve been grinding, oh well nigga life ain’t fair |
| Yeah man know what it is when I’m out on the strip, with Flipz when I’m sliding |
| through |
| I’ll take the piss, slap mans chicken and chips and your pissed if I like your |
| food |
| Smoke with Dee, he said, «yeah man it’s peak the rap scene now relies on you» |
| He said «you know I’m not lying, it’s true» |
| I was like «where's my Fire in the Booth?» |
| Check my stacks, I was that boy in the corner, little black boy with the strap |
| D’s in the trap, putting down a brick into quarters, nigga get corned for your |
| chat |
| All for the racks, banging out «Private Caller», take a little more of my 'nac |
| It’s mad, man can’t text me again |
| Tryna make dark skin sexy again |
| Word, see me on the road with my bros |
| Feds can’t make man talk |
| Never had a whip, never had Ps for a cab |
| Couple man made me walk |
| Then I hit a lick, gave man food on the tick |
| Couple man paid me short |
| Caught him in West, he was tryna buy some creps |
| Beat him up in JD Sports |
| I laid his corpse, rude boy lower your tone |
| Couple pagans try follow me home |
| Said «Yo Merms, can I borrow your phone?» |
| G, come link me at the end of my road |
| I just do my thing, I just chill |
| I don’t really make no fuss |
| My Gs them tell man cool, get that done, rudeboy leave it to us |
| Walk in the rave with a smile on my face |
| Yeah man I got a few racks on me |
| Worm came through, don’t ask what you pay |
| Tell man straight that a strap’s not cheap |
| Light up my set then I’m out of the rave |
| Waiting around, nah that’s not me |
| I got caught in the club with a slut |
| Tell my girl that it’s not that deep (it's not that deep) |