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letra de update - deli (rap)

{intro}
40,000 on the audi
only n-gga in the in the party
imma ride her like a harley
i was drinking out the forty
{hook}
haters never been important
i don’t talk cuz you boring
i’m my own man now
make you n-ggas stand down
what’s the word around town
deli man with the crown
i’m the big dog now
ya can’t take this sound
flooded water on my wrist
she put my chain on her t-ts
she gimme brain for a tip
i’m switching lanes in the whip

{verse}
b-tch i’m going somewhere else
i think it’s too late for ya help
you don’t have the money to sell
im going to school it’s whatever
you p-ssy you settle for less
you talking you say with ya chest
i’m rocking the boots and a vest
i sit in the coupe and confess
you b-tch gonna open her legs
young deli a veteran man
i’m putting a b-tch in a can
and then imma open the can
page down scroll up
bad b-tch hold up
imma f-ck her when you leave
do you trust her when you gone
momma i’m not coming home
not till i’m make u a song
i got the veteran sk!ll
these b-tches just wanna get k!lled
i got the muf-ckin’ pill
lsd, xan, codiene
500 on both feet
big baller i’m low-key
srat b-tch name sophie
race whip from the police
d-mn somebody should’ve told me
d-mn somebody should’ve told you
only rooting for the home team
i’m pulling the tab and ripping it off
get the cash then get it all
me and my n-ggas gonna get a job

{bridge}
worried a tad, i barely brag, yo b-tch yea she calling me dad
poppin a tag, i run up a bag, n-gga get ya own swag
n-gga get ya own juice
yellow tech fit suit
black timberland boots
black fur down coat

{verse 2}
she told me to bust in her throat
bad b-tch and her panties is soaked
bring me a pound of the dope
temi just poured up a 4
we bout to do it again
we bout to go in and win
we bout to do it again
i’m bout to take me a hit
playin sza in the whip
i’m big top dawg sh-t
you n-ggas fake get stuffed
you can’t make this up
i’m big top dawg big
switching lanes in the whip
she give me brain for a tip
she put my chain on her t-ts
give a f-ck what you heard
give a f-ck what you heard
deli man, get curved
deli man, hit the swerve

{outro}
alperta laferrari all black with the carbon
i’m getting to the money family never starving
i stay with that cash b-tch we barely started
b-tch we always problems cuz you always start it
i’m the game from the tip to the whistle dog
my choppa kick bruh
i might let it hit you dog
in the back, imma bash on these b-tches dog
i ain’t pull a stick, cuz thats how they get you dog
all these haters on they team, its unofficial dog
brown hair, green eyes, brown skin dog
young tan b-tch, i wish she had a twin dog
power steering, i might cross you with that benz dog
i been dreaming bout the rari with the tints dog
she asked me what my name? i told her don’t get hit dog
why you tryna switch up? i ain’t on no sh-t dog
i’ll smoke you, like a 5-pack
n-gga you ain’t buy that
whippin clean like ajax, i get a 8-bag
cop a xan-bag, pop that b-tch she xan-tab
and her name was molly, put her in that bed

- deli rap

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