Correction Paroles It Get Deeper par 42 Dugg

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Young and turnt
Hey, I'm doin' for the bottom, everybody gotta do sum'
Cuban link, two-tone (Savage)
B*t*h I roll, I trap with two phones (Dawg), yeah
Life, three cars and two homes (Skrrt, pull up)
N***a, what the f**k is you on? (What you on?)
Yeah, turn it up

Put my feelings to the side, b*t*h, we got a bag
Why move to the A? It's closer to the Nash'
I been f**kin' with that yay, I'm down to my last rounds, yeah
Lil' 'cuz been hittin' the work but I'm needed
I seen him snort a whole half of— like I'm greedy
Fell out with my best friend over six grams
Now I ain't got a best man but I got fans
Show you how to stretch ten turn it to a hunnid
I just did five hunnid, b*t*h, this summer
So anything gun or eighteen, b*t*h, run 'em
Or anybody payin' forty-five when you want 'em, it get deeper
My n***a got a dark cloud over his soul
We all arrested, n***as f**kin' our hoes
He prolly feeling' bad, like baby, "I kinda feel"
Me, I fly bad b*t*h out still
Main b*t*hes, I got twelve, sad b*t*hes, prolly ten
She say I f**ker her friend, I mean, I prolly did
And I don't feel bad, my n***a, I gotta live
Turn that switch on, what kinda lame sh*t that n***a b*t*h on
Free my n***a Act', he shoulda been home
Won't hit the road with nothing that got flint on it
Long sleeve Caddy with the tint on it
Took her to the set, blew a ten on her
That's your b*t*h with doggy, bone, I been on her
It get deeper
Remember late nights lurkin', ridin' with the reapers
Remember I lost that lil' one, twenties, up in the cleaners
Get your sh*t pushed back, n***a, we been cookin' rap n***as
King of West city, b*t*h, I been took that n***a
I ain't finessed the city out of sh*t, n***a, I got fire
Range truck, Caddy, n***a whatever, I'll buy it

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