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young nudy - deeper than rap lyrics
[intro]
ok, yeah
sh_t deeper than rap, yeah
i done seen a lot of n_ggas fall off tryna play with the trap, yeah
sh_t deeper than rap, yeah
(coupe)
[chorus]
send ’em round your way, you know that they smash sh_t, yeah, okay
anything for the money i go dumb_dumb (go dumb_dumb), special ed
sipping these drugs, i’m p_ssing 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 n_gga 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)
c_ck on your b_tch, now you have your feelings back
beefing ’bout b_tches, man, i am not into that
internet [?], i am not into that
talking ’bout smoke with me, n_gga, we k!llin’ that
bustin’ my gun, man, i hope that you shoot it back
don’t bring no doo_doo, this chopper no child_play
[verse 1]
sh_t deeper than rap, yeah, yeah
i done seen a lot of n_ggas fall off tryna play with the trap, yeah
sh_t deeper than rap, yeah (sh_t 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)
sh_t deeper than rap, yeah (sh_t deeper than rap)
your b_tch done f_cked your partners so you mad about it
don’t have no fit about it
just go f_ck another b_tch (yeah)
this sh_t 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)
sh_t 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 sh_t, keep b_tch clap
i’m posted in here with your b_tch on my lap
i fold these p_ssy n_ggas just like a napkin
a n_gga know what’s happenin’, yeah
i’m a blood, you’re a blood, n_gga now we brackin’
you know i get to smashin’
[?] n_gga, n_gga what’s happenin?
say you want smoke, then catch me in traffic
i’m gettin’ money proof, n_gga don’t have it
you talking ’bout me, you got me laughin’
i be gettin’ money, that is a habit
[chorus]
send ’em round your way, you know that they smash sh_t, yeah, okay
anything for the money i go dumb_dumb (go dumb_dumb), special ed
sipping these drugs, i’m p_ssing 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 n_gga 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)
c_ck on your b_tch, now you have your feelings back
beefing ’bout b_tches, man, i am not into that
internet [?], i am not into that
talking ’bout smoke with me, n_gga, we k!llin’ that
bustin’ my gun, man, i hope that you shoot it back
don’t bring no doo_doo, this chopper no child_play
[verse 2]
[?] 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 sh_t i don’t play
i don’t need no n_gga ’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 f_ck 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 b_tch 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 b_tch, i got the cream
long time comin’, this sh_t was a dream
big dawg n_gga 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 f_ck the police
f_ck the [?] on the motherf_ckin’ scene
then i came out a real n_gga and a b_tch n_gga i can’t be
and you know i bang [?], my [?] full of [?]
i am a shark in the water, jump in it b_tch and i gotta eat
i gotta eat, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
send ’em round your way, you know that they smash sh_t, yeah, okay
anything for the money i go dumb_dumb (go dumb_dumb), special ed
sipping these drugs, i’m p_ssing 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 n_gga 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)
c_ck on your b_tch, now you have your feelings back
beefing ’bout b_tches, man, i am not into that
internet [?], i am not into that
talking ’bout smoke with me, n_gga, we k!llin’ that
bustin’ my gun, man, i hope that you shoot it back
don’t bring no doo_doo, this chopper no child_play
[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i gotta eat, yeah
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