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deeper than you think - bigdatvert lyrics

[hook]
b*tch i’m not a rapper, hoe it’s deeper than you think
it’s deeper than you think, hoe it’s deeper than you think
look up in my cup, yeah i keep a little drink
that pistol on me, i just squeeze it then i aim

[verse 1]
yeah the draco bullet hit a n*gga and the barrel had a flame
i know the lord looking down on me right now, he ashamed
i know that he ain’t want me to flush this f*ck boy down the drain
i know the police looking for me, yeah them b*tches want me tamed
i know when you give these hoes money, b*tches still gonna complain
i know when you come up like me, these hoes they gone f*ck for fame
i know he was gone run up so i shot him in his f*cking brain
and we smoking on all you rappers, get smoked like a f*cking strain
if i call up ten a key, n*gga you know he gone let it bang
i’m k!lling all my enemies you lil n*ggas gone know my name
shoot up your block like a movie, took you lil n*ggas out the frame
i got your thot in jacuzzi, yeah she really giving me brain
put the d*ck on your thot, then i pass her straight to the gang
i put the switch on the glock, but my uzi, it still shoot the same
i put my money in stock and then invested to the game
and test my nuts lil n*gga, and i’ma have to let ‘em hang
i bought some rope for these rappers, i’ma have to let ‘em hang
just like the chains on my neck, b*tch your block, we ‘bout to swing
i got a bullet in the gun for every n*gga that you bring
it’s time to flush you little f*ck n*ggas down the f*cking sink
[hook]
b*tch i’m not a rapper, hoe it’s deeper than you think
it’s deeper than you think, hoe it’s deeper than you think
look up in my cup, yeah i keep a little drink
that pistol on me, i just squeeze it then i aim

[verse 2]
yeah the draco bullet hit a n*gga and the barrel had a flame
i know the lord looking down on me right now, he ashamed
i won’t get up out the streets, but i’m too far up in the game
and i’ll die about my respect and my paw would do the same
i wipe my prints off the gun and i ain’t talking purple rain
you can wife that b*tch if you want, she just let us run a train
so many guns, so many bullets i don’t gotta aim
police ask us questions, i’m a ghost, i don’t got no name
broke up with this hoe and now she not the same
my lil homie shot your bro and now you not the same
chopper turn your stomach to yaka mein
*i done got rich, i cannot complain
b*tch i’m flying first class, hoe i’m hopping out of planes
bad little b*tch waiting on me, she come from spain
you mad little n*ggas hating on me, you need to change
i’m thinking ‘bout my past and i felt a lot of pain
i got some dark sh*t in my heart that i never can contain
i remember back then i was trapping on dumain
before that jordan commercial, b*tch i done been had shoe game
leave a n*gga body right there on tulane
n*gga you could get popped and i don’t even do trains
[hook]
b*tch i’m not a rapper, hoe it’s deeper than you think
it’s deeper than you think, hoe it’s deeper than you think
(b*tch i’m not a rapper, hoe it’s deeper than you think)
(it’s deeper than you think, hoe it’s deeper than you think)

- bigdatvert lyrics

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