Lyrics What's the Deal - Young Dolph
Uh,
huh
Yeah
yo
Yeah
yeah
One
hand
on
the
wheel,
one
hand
on
her
thigh
She
start
giving
me
head
while
she
look
me
in
my
eye
For
my
nigga
I′d
kill,
for
my
nigga
I'd
die
Can′t
wait
to
get
to
the
crib,
I'ma
fuck
her
from
the
side
You
was
in
the
house
nigga,
I
was
outside
15
years
old,
sellin'
dope
and
getting
high
Spent
and
easy
forty
stacks
in
Saks,
just
on
getting
fly
(I
swear)
Playing
with
the
wrong
nigga,
he
must
wanna
die
(stupid)
Bought
a
Rari
just
to
take
it
to
the
trap
and
park
it
(scurr)
Spent
20
stacks
and
threw
a
barbecue
in
the
apartments
(trap)
Rich
humble
and
heartless
(yeah)
Pulled
up
at
the
red
light,
push
a
button,
my
car
got
topless
I
wake
up
in
the
morning,
pour
up
syrup,
I
don′t
drink
coffee
(nuh)
My
lil′
bitch
too
bossy
(bad)
Try
to
fuck
with
us,
she
act
like
she
don't
hear
you
talkin′
(deaf)
Ain't
never
trust
a
nigga
ever
since
my
cousin
crossed
me
Ain′t
never
trust
a
nigga
ever
since
my
cousin
crossed
me
Nigga
what's
the
deal,
what′s
the
deal,
what's
the
deal
Fuck
how
you
feel,
how
you
feel,
how
you
feel
(for
real)
I
been
countin'
mil
after
mil
after
mil
All
these
diamonds
real,
all
my
niggas
real
(for
real)
Nigga
what′s
the
deal,
what′s
the
deal,
what's
the
deal
(hu)
Fuck
how
you
feel,
how
you
feel,
how
you
feel
(wow)
I
been
countin′
mil
after
mil
after
mil
(wow)
All
these
diamonds
real
(wow),
all
my
niggas
real
(wow)
Every
time
I
fuck
my
bitch
I
fuck
her
'til
she
scream
(yeah)
I
remember
when
all
this
shit
was
just
a
dream
(for
real)
Yeah
I
love
my
scraps,
they
come
with
infrared
beams
Yeah
I
love
my
scraps,
they
come
with
infrared
beams
Smokin′
on
gelato,
flyin'
through
southside
Chicago
In
a
Porsche,
I′m
dodging
potholes
Living
life
like
no
tomorrow
Or
I'm
out
in
California,
my
Mexican
bitch
house,
eating
tacos
I
get
money
with
my
vato
(Jose)
My
role
model
El
Chapo
(trap)
All
these
rocks
on
me,
my
lil'
white
bitch
she
call
me
Rocko
(it′s
done)
My
OG′s
keep
blue
rags
tied
'round
their
head
like
Leonardo
(damsn)
My
lil′
nigga
he
keep
his
purple
flag
like
Donatello
(huh)
In
the
hood
in
a
Lambo
(yeah),
smokin'
a
blunt
of
jello
Nigga
what′s
the
deal,
what's
the
deal,
what′s
the
deal
(what's
up)
Fuck
how
you
feel,
how
you
feel,
how
you
feel
(for
real)
I
been
countin'
mil
after
mil
after
mil
All
these
diamonds
real
(real),
all
my
niggas
real
(for
real)
Nigga
what′s
the
deal,
what′s
the
deal,
what's
the
deal
(huh)
Fuck
how
you
feel,
how
you
feel,
how
you
feel
(wow)
I
been
countin′
mil
after
mil
after
mil
(wow)
All
these
diamonds
real
(wow),
all
my
niggas
real
(wow)
Nigga
what's
the
deal,
what′s
the
deal,
what's
the
deal
Fuck
how
you
feel,
how
you
feel,
how
you
feel
I
been
countin′
mil
after
mil
after
mil
All
these
diamonds
real,
uh,
all
my
niggas
real,
uh
Nigga
what's
the
deal,
what's
the
deal,
what′s
the
deal,
uh
Fuck
how
you
feel,
how
you
feel,
how
you
feel,
uh
I
been
countin′
mil
after
mil
after
mil,
uh
All
these
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