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deep end 2 - salemkuma lyrics

[intro: the merchant]
welcome!
got some rare things on sale stranger
whaddaya buyin’?
whaddaya sellin’?
ahh… i’ll buy it at a high price

[verse 1]
he lyin’, i know he not wit’ it
i’m sendin’, shots at the back of his fitted
i’m plottin murder, sit back, and i’m grinnin’
i gutted the f*cker, ’til he started spittin’
i couldn’t forget, the image is vivid
the scene, it was so f*ckin’ wicked
thirsty for blood, i’m addicted
spillin’ his body, he losin’ his liquid
b*tch, i’m on the grind, i’m rockin’ and stealin’ yo’ brodie
i’m stompin’, until he don’t know me
i’m at yo’ function, and waitin’ for you, ’cause you owe me
i’m demon, ‘lil b*tch i’m an oni
all these motherf*ckers, talk a bag and a whip
and you thinkin’ you hard, if you packin’ the drip
so you can keep playin’, imaginе the sh*t
keepin’ you droolin’, and smackin’ ya’ lips
b*tch, it’s hysteria, and we rollin’ in yo’ arеa
spit sick sh*t, like malaria
don’t try me, b*tch i carry a
karambit, if i’m gonna die, then i’ll plan it
why these b*tches fight? i can’t stand it
my song like a seed and i plant it
in yo’ brain, so i can expand it
i keep a tec, fully loaded on my hip, you better f*ckin’
be correct, you lookin’ like a p*ssy, so that’s why my gun ain’t
speakin’ yet, why the f*ck you talkin’, little boy you know you
deep in debt, f*ckin’ on this shawty, b*tch, we really haven’t even met
if i’m movin’, it’s always correctly
i can’t wait ’til i hop out a bentley
i was runnin’ thru h*ll, i was leadin’ the sh*lls
i wanted to watch how the check bleed
and the baphomet, told me directly
there ain’t no one to fight and protect me
like im trapped in a cell, i can scream, i can yell
but n0body wanna come get me
if you run ya mouth, better talk low
b*tch you eatin’ the blade, if you walk close
he ain’t leavin’, til brodie gon’ drop dough
and i told him, said i got the mop bro
pop him twice, boy i love my staccato
when i’m spittin’, my words got a hot glow
talkin that sh*t, get you thrown off the top row
i’m trappin’ daily, sell dope like i’m pablo
he tough, ’til i hit him with a tiger drop
lil boy, could you tell me what you f*ckin’ got
smoke up, b*tch i’m rollin up entire crops
re*ignite the sh*t, when the fire stop
keep my demons, tied up with a iron lock
so don’t break the sh*t, if you worth a lot
1312, i got five more cops
so it looks like loadin’, bout five more shots
step in the ring, you get made like a p*ssy
b*tch i’m a k!ller, so please f*ckin push me
you jock some sh*t, and you think that you shook me
b*tch i don’t care, to me, you just a rookie
[interlude: the merchant]
wise choice mate
it’s ammo will penetrate just about anything
ahh.. a choice of an avid gun collector!
it’s a nice gun, stranger
i see you have an eye for things!
gun’s not just about shootin’, it’s about reloadin’
you’ll know what i’m talkin’ about
stranger.. stranger!
not only will you need cash
but you’ll need guts to buy that weapon

[verse 2]
chaos, take everything
yo pistol is loaded, but its scared to sing
she pickin’ up the phone at every ring
walk around in my crib, no wedding ring
don’t take excuses, i make him useless
b*tch i’m the teacher, i am confucius
your life a nuisance, and your bars are fruitless
better fix ya dreams, cuz life ain’t lucid
watch how i’m steppin’, i got vv’s on my weapon
see how i’m reppin’, all of the pain i’m expressin’
could you just give me a second?
better count up ya blessings, i’m countin’ cash when the check in
i’m reachin’ gnosis, if you a real, then you already know this
but they never noticed, they was busy tryna find out the motive
from the coast to the ocean, from the deep end, to my thoughts and emotions
now it’s all in motion, and i’m on a journey to reach an explosion
fah fah fah, sendin’ shots, he bleedin’ minute maid
don’t really give a f*ck about yo feelings, b*tch i’m gettin’ paid
i’m tryna f*ck yo shawty, at yo crib, yeah i’m in it bae
please stop actin like you wit it, little boy we know you been afraid
i remember wit’ jonah
we was out duckin’ the piggies, the feds comin’ over
that’s when i got me a cobra
cuz i knew that the world, was gon’ f*ck me all over
you a witness, get shot, no jehovah
in these streets, you get put in a coma
wit’ yo’ b*tch, and she f*ck on the sofa
wit’ yo’ b*tch, and she lit off mimosas
north face, jacket on my body, act a p*ssy, end up
fourth place, i don’t got the time, for all you b*tches, give me
more sp*ce, i don’t sniff no powder, but i sell it, give me
more k, yo’ shorty wanna slide, we end up f*ckin’ right at
your place
[outro: the merchant]
is that all, stranger?
come back anytime

- salemkuma lyrics

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