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how deep - king royal & az chike lyrics

this a grown man game, aye aye
this a grown man’s game, stay in a child place
what’s good for you ain’t good for me i do it my way
rde connected to the streets like a driveway
im the 1 yall the 2&3 like bron james
(that’s right)

shot 4 shot lets go off of the don juski
basquiet, i paint a pic like a d*mn movie
dont hit my line bout what we could’ve been, i am not druski
the beam was on my chest i thank the lord he did not shoot me (nah for real)

aye, but i learnt my lesson and learnt it well
can’t beat mother nature or father clock, only time’ll tell
failed oncе, but you got back up, it’s not a l
new glock, it’s a 19 like raja bell

ayе,that sh*t reggie you are not high
f*ck shooting, i’ll give a two piece like popeyes
real stupid (ha) i’ll lil boy yo whole top 5
i touch the beat like baka i am not nice
i ain’t going for it
she won’t find a n*gga real as me & i know she know it
these young n*ggas moods be up & down, they roller coasting
they glorify percs til the potna is overdosing (nah for real)
sh*t deep, im always on the defense (how deep)
nowadays n*ggas lack soul & street sense (how deep)
they be quick to crash out, straight off of the deep end
that sh*t just made me fall out with my boy like pete wence

d*mn, sh*t get deep (how deep)
rather see a judge than see 6 feet (how deep)
n*ggas think they tlc how they creep (so i creep)
i hit za then i brush off my sleeve
i two step bop and bop to the beat (do my dance)
i two step bop i hop with my feet (do my dance)
it’s 1 of me i move like its 10 of me (a big one)
i hit za then i brush off my sleeve

aye, i just f*cked on a vixen, yes i need that
behind the wheel getting head, lay my seat back
the homies punched on your homie, he’s a speedbag
f*ck “where’s waldo”, please tell me where your cheese at
out of sight out of mind, if she broke she ain’t mine
these n*ggas higher than
i’m trying to boost up the crime, i’m tryina
i’m trying to take what’s mine, i’m trying to d*ck a b*tch down, tickle her spine
this the goyard papi, the louis v lover
i look at one bad b*tch and tell the other go f*ck her
porkchop in the trunk, n*gga trip and get smothered
you running fast as lightning all you heard was the thunder n*gga
yes i do mean business
they ain’t gangsta they b*tches, they belong in the kitchen
i’m in love with the travel, they in love with the trenches
you can sleep in some dirt, or you can swim with the fishes
d*mn, sh*t get deep (how deep)
rather see a judge than see 6 feet (how deep)
n*ggas think they tlc how they creep (so i creep)
i hit za then i brush off my sleeve
i two step bop i bop to the beat (do my dance)
i two step bop i hop with my feet (do my dance)
its 1 of me i move like its 10 of me (my big one)
i hit za then i brush off my sleeve

d*mn, sh*t get deep (how deep)
rather see a judge than see 6 feet (how deep)
n*ggas think they tlc how they creep (so i creep)
…………..
i two step bop i bop to the beat (do my dance)
i two step bop i hop with my feet (do my dance)
its 1 of me i move like its 10 of me (my big one)
i hit za then i brush off my sleeve

- king royal az chike lyrics

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