letra de deep dishing - ak bandamont
[intro]
ak bandamont, n-gga
i get bands a lot, n-gga
you know that
(major league)
yeah
[chorus]
i love the streets, they love me, i go to sleep in ’em
’cause it ain’t nothin’ like that feeling in the streets with it
and i don’t get why n-ggas claimin’ hoods when they don’t be in ’em
go get a slab and cut it up two times, we call it deep dishin’
i just had brodie lock it up, i’m finna remix it
why n-ggas talkin’ tough inside they songs but in the streets snitchin’?
we sent a hundred shots at the hotel, he on the scene limpin’
i knocked the n-gga t–th out, it got infected like a cheap dentist
[verse]
and i know girly tryna f-ck, but i’ma keep spinnin’
said, “f-ck it, she ate d-ck ten hours straight and now her cheek dented”
just flipped a n-gga whip and it blew up on him, he got a cheap engine
i can’t let these n-ggas in the trap, they bringin’ b’s with ’em
girly talkin’ jazzy in my ear, she kinda seem h-rny
this n-gga just turned thirty, tryna rap, and they ain’t seen forty
and i can tell you ’bout my life, it ain’t a sweet story
yeah, and it ain’t sweet at all
i kinda knew lil’ doggy was a fent, he asked to see the dog
i told lil’ bro pass me the chop, we finna see the frog
he was jumpin’ the fence, it’s been in the corner like when you [?]
i just drunk a half a pint of purp’, i’m finna pee it all
dog caught me, he got thirty oxycontins, i wanna see ’em all
these n-ggas flexin’ for the ‘gram but got at least an off
i just f-cked a b-tch from vietnam, her name lisanaw
my fiend keep bangin’ my line, she want the hookup
and you not from the streets, you playin’ ball, go pick a book up
we caught him in an alley, but we ain’t k!ll him, he got stook up
we got a stove and a bentayga doin’ cook-ups
we in this b-tch tryna cook dope, this ain’t a cookup
she ate the d-ck, i poked her in her tonsils, she got the hiccups
i’m finna drop a n-gga on an opp block, i’m in a pickup
i told her i ain’t tryna f-ck right now, i’m in a quick rush
uh, you think i ain’t with it? better stop playin’
she told me she can’t hit the road right now, but i am not waitin’
i remember i was broke watchin’ ’em ball and i was not hatin’
was up a hundred-plus, sell everything when i was not famous
yeah, i’m finna go see if the block bangin’
i remember i was tryna lock dope up, but it was not changin’
two bands a day for ninety days straight, but i was not changin’
i just dropped a pint in a cream soda, i seen the pop changin’ (yeah)
[chorus]
i love the streets, they love me, i go to sleep in ’em
’cause it ain’t nothin’ like that feeling in the streets with it
and i don’t get why n-ggas claimin’ hoods when they don’t be in ’em
go get a slab and cut it up two times, we call it deep dishin’
i just had brodie lock it up, i’m finna remix it
why n-ggas talkin’ tough inside they songs but in the streets snitchin’?
we sent a hundred shots at the hotel, he on the scene limpin’
i knocked the n-gga t–th out, it got infected like a cheap dentist
[outro]
(major league)
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