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• Artiste: Young Nudy
• Titre: Deeper Than Rap
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Ok, yeah Shit deeper than rap, yeah I done seen a lot of niggas fall off tryna play with the trap, yeah Shit deeper than rap, yeah (COUPE) Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah, okay Anything for the money I go dumb-dumb (Go dumb-dumb), special ed Sipping these drugs, I'm pissing out the red All of the green, you that we selling that Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pity pat It ain't 'bout money then nigga not hearin' that All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (Okay, yeah) Cock on your bitch, now you have your feelings back Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that Internet [?], I am not into that Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back Don't bring no doo-doo, this chopper no child-play Shit deeper than rap, yeah, yeah I done seen a lot of niggas fall off tryna play with the trap, yeah Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Shit deeper than rap) You keep a strap, yeah (Keep a strap) You bust somebody, you know you better not say none', might get locked up (Yeah) Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Shit deeper than rap) Your bitch done fucked your partners so you mad about it Don't have no fit about it Just go fuck another bitch (Yeah) This shit deeper than rap, yeah (Deeper than rap) Gotta make money, them hoes gon' ask for it When you got them drugs, lil' country boy, you know you gotta tax for it (Yeah) Shit deeper than rap Ask about Nudy, shawty keep a strap Talk about robbin', buddy, that's a wrap And this right here no rap cap (Yeah) I'm known 'bout the shit, keep bitch clap I'm posted in here with your bitch on my lap I fold these pussy niggas just like a napkin A nigga know what's happenin', yeah I'm a blood, you're a blood, nigga now we brackin' You know I get to smashin' [?] nigga, nigga what's happenin? Say you want smoke, then catch me in traffic I'm gettin' money proof, nigga don't have it You talking 'bout me, you got me laughin' I be gettin' money, that is a habit Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah, okay Anything for the money I go dumb-dumb (Go dumb-dumb), special ed Sipping these drugs, I'm pissing out the red All of the green, you that we selling that Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pity pat It ain't 'bout money then nigga not hearin' that All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (Okay, yeah) Cock on your bitch, now you have your feelings back Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that Internet [?], I am not into that Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back Don't bring no doo-doo, this chopper no child-play [?] the choppa, you know how we play We just like the West and you know how we play If I was cap, well they make me a K I'm just like John Wick, with that shit I don't play I don't need no nigga 'round me, I'ma spray [?] I was like eight I got my first gun when I was thirteen I fell in love with the Glock and the bin I got a lot of money, split with my team I got it, then stop, what the fuck do they mean? They say that they [?] cap on the scene You play with us, we murder ya [?] [?] you and your team I’m Majin Buu with the smoke I blow the steam You know a bitch lyin', I wipe your nose clean Finesse 'em, I don't mind sell 'em a dream I sold him some sugar, he thought that was clean You should've check the pack before that you leave Now I'm splittin' that money with my team Everybody eat, gotta feed the team I got a white bitch, I got the cream Long time comin', this shit was a dream Big dawg nigga like Martin Luther King Raise my hand, they listen to me I feel like Malcom X when I got heat I'm not Muslim but it's fuck the police Fuck the [?] on the motherfuckin' scene Then I came out a real nigga and a bitch nigga I can't be And you know I bang [?], my [?] full of [?] I am a shark in the water, jump in it bitch and I gotta eat I gotta eat, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah, okay Anything for the money I go dumb-dumb (Go dumb-dumb), special ed Sipping these drugs, I'm pissing out the red All of the green, you that we selling that Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pity pat It ain't 'bout money then nigga not hearin' that All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (Okay, yeah) Cock on your bitch, now you have your feelings back Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that Internet [?], I am not into that Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back Don't bring no doo-doo, this chopper no child-play Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I gotta eat, yeah