Deeper

Lyrics for Deeper

Smoke shit, daddy what you know about it? Pimp shit, what you know about it? So what you know about it? Eight ball corner pocket, my hustle: can't knock it The game shopping catastrophic, I'm after the profit Pull a salad out the stockin', it's poppin' I popped in the cherry blossom Rocked the lockman in the cockpit You frontin' like you hot shit Shake out, dress understated at the steakhouse Spaced out, deep in the game I pray I make it out Two bitches naked on the couch, crouch Go Porsche, I'm a clotheshorse Your boss thrown in the trough The blows soft, throw salt on pork You're done, prick him with the fork Dip him in the sauce, linen cloth Lay on the king, blesses to my offspring Sip the water from the spring, it ain't a thing Pattern leather ski mask, my feet pass a G and a half Pull out the fast European cab, crab I'm basically a jeweler You tryna fool a consumer Cubic zirconia, I copped the gold in Mongolia Spoke harmonies at the podium my bitch like Ginger in Casino Pink tuxedo, show machismo Clean your clock, soft toe Reebok Peacock move like a robot, stove top ride laver Cock the hammer, sixteen in the clip one in the chamber Show up footed, the Porsche dashboard's wooden Motherfuckers bite the bullet The six forty seats is like puddin' It's the position I was put in My bitch arch her back, I slid the wood in Can I kill it, funkadelic George Clinton Keep it pimpin' more convincin', without the tension Many mansion, Mr. Belvedere Benson Honey dip lit up a Winston, not to mention Expenses to prints is pretentious, no pretend shit Tennis kicks, tinted lenses My thirst for the chips is tremendous It's never endin', it's a win-win