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not a good thang - deala lyrics

[deala]

intro:

whassup, i neva’ talk to snitches
but i wanna dedicate this son’ to b*tches n witches
so i gonna do this sh*t like this

1 verse:

deala in the house i was f*ckin’ ur santa clause
last evenin’ your vaz*2107 was bein’ spinnin’
on my d*ck, cuz i’ll always keep fit
there’s no micle at this time but i still can make a rhyme n this is my single
your homies still touch b00bs i like wearin’ big boots on the north
my fellow neva’ makes a pause, so taste my sauce
which was made in my pub, if you wanna, you can join our pro club, ‘cuz i neva’ fold on the flop with aces
my dad duzn’t like bad faces
which ain’t pro in investigation accident cases
my last son’ was ‘fellows from the hood’
today is quarantine n this sh*t is no’ good
‘cuz i have to fish on the river to acquire some food
deala neva’ disses ol’ school rappa
b*tch from the hood kisses my white ass which is more dappa, in order to survive you must shove your clapper up my bamper

hook:
who said i’m ghetto? i’ll beat up you with my fellow
don’t beg money from the b*tches
if they not f*ckin with the riches

2 verse:

hey, compton for n*gga u know that i’m bigger n you’re cheaper than president’s figure
deala hasn’t got impala n i gonna say somethin’ ’bout big poppa
so u neva’ get a clue, ‘cuz he neva’ f*cked with a blue
ya should talk to your sl*t n say it’s my nut
so she duzn’t have to grab my pistol, otherwise i pull out ur piston from your car n you’ll become a p*rnstar
i know ur sidekick likes f*ckin’ with this man, but i really don’t give a d*mn
hey, you should know i trust no one
so i neva’ lived in the oakland
ask your brothas i suppose they have different mothers n fathers, so they ain’t your brothas, but appeal to others n it will be turned out they’re bustas
my son’ just bring your down, you now like a clown just turn up the sound

hook:

verse 3

deala it’s a k!lla who watched thrilla from manila on the air, but you so far haven’t tasted a vanilla
yeah
let’s play basketball on the playgrounds, but i forgot u’re only 50 pounds n cross out these m*th*f*ckin’ nouns
so i offer ur n*gga to play football on the field
you don’t have to wait i neva’ yield
if you stick your nose in my hood i’ll beat up you like a crook
while this sl*t p*ssin’, i just know what’s up n dissin’
your sidekick n makin’ a lowkick, so he is knocked out like a pig
the record that you made is break down a stick
‘cuz i dig some sh*t to keep fit
deala just can smoke out with ak*47 your crew, if you will with the flu
i neva’ met inmates on the streets
they just chillin’ with my classmates n he leads
ya know what i’m sayin’ to ur family?
you didn’t hear it so just payin’ me
n*gga’s hut is so snug, but i don’t five a f*ck, so expand your plug, it’s sign to be phat as i set
so i gonna make a continue bet!!!
hook:

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