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Letra de Deeper
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(CHORUS)
Smooth shit, daddy, what you know about it?
Pimp shit, what you know about it?
Smooth 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 chop it, catastrophic
I’m after the profit
Pull out a salad out the stocking, it’s popping
I popped in the cherry blossom
Rocked the Locman in the cockpit
You fronting like you hot shit
Shake out, dress understated
At the steak house
Spaced out, deep in the game
I pray I make it out
Two bitches naked on the couch, crouch
Gold Porsche, I’m a clothes horse
Your boss thrown in a trough
The blow’s soft, you throwing salt on pork
You done prick em with the fork
Dip em in the sauce
Linen cloth, lay on the king
Blessings to my offspring
And sip the water from the spring
It ain’t a thing
Patent leather ski mask
My feet past a g and a half
Pull out the fast European cab
Crab? Call it the cooler
I’m basically a jeweler
You trying to fool a consumer
Cubic zirconia, I copped the colt in Mongolia
I spoke harmonious at the podium
(CHORUS)
Smooth shit, daddy, what you know about it?
Pimp shit, what you know about it?
So, What you know about it?
Twist a nino, my bitch like Ginger in casino
Pink tuxedo, show machismo
Clean your clock, soft toe Reebok
Peacock move like a robot
Stovetop, Stan Smither
Rod Laver cock the hammer
Sixteen in the clip, one in the chamber
Sure footed
The Porsche dashboards wooden
Motherfuckers bite the bullet
The six forty seats like pudding
It’s the position I was put in
My bitch arch her back
I slip the wood in, can I kill it?
Funkadelic, George Clinton
Keep it pimping, more convincing
Without the tension
Mini mansion, Mr. Belvedere Benson
Honey dip lit up a Winston
Not to mention, expense is the prince’s
pretentious, no pretend shit
Tennis kicks, tinted lenses
My thirst for the chips is tremendous
It’s never ending, it’s a win-win
Come again
(CHORUS)
Smooth 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 chop it, catastrophic
I’m after the profit
Pull out a salad out the stocking, it’s popping
I popped in the cherry blossom
Rocked the Locman in the cockpit
You fronting like you hot shit
Shake out, dress understated
At the steak house
Spaced out, deep in the game
I pray I make it out
Two bitches naked on the couch, crouch
Gold Porsche, I’m a clothes horse
Your boss thrown in a trough
The blow’s soft, you throwing salt on pork
You done prick em with the fork
Dip em in the sauce
Linen cloth, lay on the king
Blessings to my offspring
And sip the water from the spring
It ain’t a thing
Patent leather ski mask
My feet past a g and a half
Pull out the fast European cab
Crab? Call it the cooler
I’m basically a jeweler
You trying to fool a consumer
Cubic zirconia, I copped the colt in Mongolia
I spoke harmonious at the podium
(CHORUS)
Smooth shit, daddy, what you know about it?
Pimp shit, what you know about it?
So, What you know about it?
Twist a nino, my bitch like Ginger in casino
Pink tuxedo, show machismo
Clean your clock, soft toe Reebok
Peacock move like a robot
Stovetop, Stan Smither
Rod Laver cock the hammer
Sixteen in the clip, one in the chamber
Sure footed
The Porsche dashboards wooden
Motherfuckers bite the bullet
The six forty seats like pudding
It’s the position I was put in
My bitch arch her back
I slip the wood in, can I kill it?
Funkadelic, George Clinton
Keep it pimping, more convincing
Without the tension
Mini mansion, Mr. Belvedere Benson
Honey dip lit up a Winston
Not to mention, expense is the prince’s
pretentious, no pretend shit
Tennis kicks, tinted lenses
My thirst for the chips is tremendous
It’s never ending, it’s a win-win
Come again
(CHORUS)
Smooth shit, daddy, what you know about it?
Pimp shit, what you know about it?
So, What you know about it?
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