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Deep End
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Deep End adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Quality Control Music/Young Stoner Life Records, a 300 Entertainment Label/Motown Records/Capitol Records tarafından 5 Ekim 2018 tarihinde yayınlandıDrip Harder
BPM75
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Valence
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[Verse 1]
Cook this shit up, Quay
I know they ain't feelin' my pain
I got codeine inside my veins
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I don't know who gassed you **** up, go get a refill
We got them sticks, we in the field, we playin' defense
He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in
Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end
[Verse 3]
They offerin' the shooter the death penalty, he won't tell on me
I know if I go broke today, them same hoes gon bail on me
I got 'em throwin' salt, they steady tryna fuck up my recipe
Amiri jeans, a hundred a pair, ain't nothin' about a **** cheap
Sellin' weed in the projects
Relapsed on the hi-tech
Told the game that we up next
Put 'em on a G-5 jet
Overseas with my side-piece
My queen, she gotta be a dimepiece
We gon' stick together like assigned seats
On that Dej Loaf, ****, try me
Whoever thought I'd put a a hunnid on my neck
Whoever thought that I'd say "I'm the one up next"
Whoever thought that they'd be considerin' me the best
Whoever thought, whoever thought, whoever thought
Whoever thought
[Verse 4]
I don't know who gassed you **** up, go get a refill
We got them sticks, we in the field, we playin' defense
He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in
Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end
[Verse 5]
Go and ask about me in the streets, they heard of me
If she find out I been creepin', she gon' murder me
I ain't trippin', no complaints, I got my currency up
Out of town, I let the windows down so they can see us
I take the hitters around the globe, that's all I know
I met her last night, she tried to give me her soul
I got 'em hatin', they throwin' shots, they on their toes
One thing they know, one thing they know
Ain't gon' let up on them ****
Once you try this ain't gon' stop
If it's pressure, let me know
So we can pull up with them Glocks
Tryna dodge the bullshit and tryna make it to the top
If I never sell a record, I'm gon' make it on the block
How you gon' wait 'til I make it
Then try to hate on me, ****, I don't need you
I put the food on the table
****, who's hungry? I try to feed you
Treat all my **** like bosses
Nobody's better, everyone equal
Real talk, this the sequel
Hold it down for my people
[Verse 6]
I don't know who gassed you **** up, go get a refill
We got them sticks, we in the field, we playin' defense
He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in
Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end
[Verse 7]
I don't know who gassed you **** up, go get a refill
We got them sticks, we in the field, we playin' defense
He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in
Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end
Written by: Carlos Gary, Chris Rosser, Dominique' Jones
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