Songtexte It Get Deeper - 42 Dugg

(Phew, phew, phew, phew)
Nigga, turnt
Ayy, I'm doin' it for the bottom
Everybody gotta do somethin' (What's up?)
Cuban link two-tone (Savage)
Nigga, I really trap with two phones (Dog, bitch)
Yeah, like three cars and two homes (Skrrt)
Yeah (Pull up)
Nigga, what the fuck is you on? (What you on?)
Yeah (Turnt up)

Put my foot up to the sand, fuck, we got a bag
Why move to the A? It's closer to the Nash
I been fuckin' with that yay, I'm down to my last grams, yeah
Lil' cuz been hittin' the work, but I'm needy
I seen him smoke the whole half a, like I'm greedy
Fell out with my best friend over six grams
Nah, I ain't got a best man, but I got fans
Show you how to stretch ten, turn it to a hundred
I just blew five hundred, nigga, this summer
So anything under eighteen, nigga, run 'em
Or anybody payin' forty-five, where you want 'em? (It get deeper)
Nigga got a dark cloud over his soul
We all risk the hoes, we all risk the hoes
He probably feelin' bad, like, "Baby, I kinda failed"
Me, I fly bad bitches out sales
Main bitch, I got twelve, side bitch, probably ten
She say I fucked her friend, ah, nigga, I probably did
And I don't feel bad, my nigga, I gotta live
Turn that switch on, what kind of lame ass nigga is you?
Free my nigga Apple, should've been home
Won't hit the road with nothin', nigga, that fin on it
Long-sleeve Caddy with the tint on it
Took her to the set, blew a ten on her
That's your bitch? Well, doggy bone, I been on her (It get deeper)
Remember late nights lurkin', ridin' with the Reaper
Remember I lost that lil' one, twenty, fucked up in the cleaners
Get your shit pushed back, nigga, we been cooked rack, nigga
King of what city? Bitch, I been took that
I ain't finesse the city out a shit, nigga, I got fire
Range truck, Caddy, nigga, whatever, I'll buy it