| Uh-huh
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| Yeah yeah
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| One hand on the wheel, one hand on her thigh
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| She start giving me head while she look me in my eye
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| For my nigga I’d kill, for my nigga I’d die
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| Can’t wait to get to the crib, I’ma fuck her from the side
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| You was in the house nigga, I was outside
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| Fifteen years old, sellin' dope and getting high
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| Spent and easy forty stacks in Saks, just on getting high
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| Playing with the wrong nigga, he must wanna die
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| Bought a Rari just to take it to the trap and park it
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| Spent twenty stacks and threw a barbecue in the apartments
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| Rich humble and heartless
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| Pulled up at the red light, push a button, my car got topless
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| I wake up in the morning, pour up syrup, I don’t drink coffee
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| My lil bitch too bossy
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| Try to fuck with us, she act like she don’t hear you talkin' (deaf)
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| Ain’t never trust a nigga ever since my cousin crossed me (fuck 'em)
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| Ain’t never trust a nigga ever since my cousin crossed me (fuck 'em)
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| Nigga what’s the deal, what’s the deal, what’s the deal
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| Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
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| I been countin' mil after mil after mil
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| All these diamonds real, all my niggas real
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| Nigga what’s the deal, what’s the deal, what’s the deal
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| Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
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| I been countin' mil after mil after mil
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| All these diamonds real, all my niggas real
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| Every time I fuck my bitch I fuck her 'til she scream
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| I remember when all this shit was just a dream
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| Yeah I love my scraps, they come with infrared beams
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| Yeah I love my scraps, they come with infrared beams
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| Smokin' on gelato, flyin' through southside Chicago
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| In a Porsche, I’m dodging potholes
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| Living life like no tomorrow
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| Or I’m out in California, my Mexican bitch house, eating tacos
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| I get money with my vato (Jose)
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| My role model El Chapo (trap)
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| All these rocks on me, my lil white bitch she call me Rocko
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| My OG’s keep blue rags tied 'round their head like Leonardo
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| My lil nigga he keep his purple flag like Donatello
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| In the hood in a Lambo, smokin' a blunt of jello
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| Nigga what’s the deal, what’s the deal, what’s the deal
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| Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
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| I been countin' mil after mil after mil
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| All these diamonds real, all my niggas real
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| Nigga what’s the deal, what’s the deal, what’s the deal
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| Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
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| I been countin' mil after mil after mil
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| All these diamonds real, all my niggas real
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| Nigga what’s the deal, what’s the deal, what’s the deal
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| Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
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| I been countin' mil after mil after mil
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| All these diamonds real, all my niggas real
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| Nigga what’s the deal, what’s the deal, what’s the deal
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| Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
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| I been countin' mil after mil after mil
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| All these diamonds real, all my niggas real |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What's the Deal , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album Thinking Out Loud, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп