Songtexte Roll Deep - Asuquomo

How many ghosts
Turn you to smoke
How many bros can
Turn you to smoke
Wey they don't know yeah
Waiting on home yeah
Its Like...

Say who got next say who got step
Heard you got time
Please tell me how many minutes you get
Pop that corn leave it in his vest then leave in a breathe
Couldn't decide how I was to book it
If it was cupid if you just stupid or are you dumb
Vrrr skrrr type it deya
Ooh duhh lightning curve
Fighting words don't do no harm
And harmful words shouldn't do your fighting
But it's cool and it's calm I factored ya'll into plans
You watching me for a hand out I watch it get outta hand
When I see signs and symbols it's always a greater dan
That's a tall ass fan
If she ain't gat no plans I'ma wrap up and leave with her
That's a tally ban
How do you plead from the stands
How you find you defendant
Make your case quick cos ima family man
Take your pick quick cos I got so many plans
And that goes for so many stans
Wo

How many ghosts can turn you to smoke
How many bros can turn you to ghosts
How many bros can
Wey they don't know yeah
Waiting on home yeah

I roll deep on beats put the fear in your Emcees yes
I roll deep on beats put the Em in your Emcees Yes
I roll deep on beats put the M in your Emcees Yes
I roll deep on beats put the M in your Emcees Yes

How many times have we heard that your mandem did it
But, we found out that the shit's just lyrics
The real don't chat, said the man just drill it
I touch that beat, bet you know I'll kill it
Your gees got touched, now your mandem fidget
They can't come close, cos the man stay widdit
We spun that block, paid an old school visit
We ain't got time for your mandem gimmicks
I Roll deep on beats
Put the fear in your MCs
I'm a real hot boy, that's a 100 degrees
And I'm way too cold
They ain't touching my steez
Got my blasian ting, yeah she speak guapanese
We be stacking the cash, yeah we stashing the ps
No love in the ends, don't fuck with my Gs
I'm not the guy you'll be wanting to beef

Say who got next
Say who brung neck
Say who brought shank say who got shivved
I'm just sat here sitting with shells
Sitting with shells
Sounds of machete gon cut you up dead
Cut you up dead
My town got delivery
Part of me pretty
But say who needs werk
We heard that you dropped
Buh nothing got felt
Come around these funerals
That one time for enemies death
Take a pound off enemies flesh
Right down grave where enemies slept
Swear you ain't seen anything yet
Sounds of the dizzy ones enemies break
Don't ask me how I did it
Bullet to the brain
In the name of spitting fine fine lyrics
Ask how I live it
You don't know the game
If you think that I sit down
To write my lyrics me I type my lyrics

This time around me I'm right round bridges
Live too damn near where they did it
You dun wanna draw me out call me out
If you do just go on and hide my digits

How many ghosts can
Turn you to smoke
How many bros can
Turn into ghosts
How many bros can
Wey they don't know yeah
Waiting on home yeah

I roll deep on beats put the fear in your Emcees yes
I roll deep on beats put the em in your Emcees Yes
I roll deep on beats put the m in your Emcees Yes
I roll deep on beats Brrr bapbap northside dededede

I roll deep on beats put the fear in your EMcees yes
I roll deep on these put the m in your EMcees yes
I roll deep on beats put the fear in your MPs yes
I roll deep on these put the m in your EMcees yes