Shoreline Mafia - Whuss Da Deal (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Shoreline Mafia - Whuss Da Deal (en) Lyrics
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What's the deal? is it sealed?
What you smokin', boy you
smokin' on some kill?
Put a bad lil bitch on the pill
And she fucked the whole team,
that's how you feel?
What's the deal, keep it real
I'm off the molly and I'm
rolling like some wheels
If you fuck me then I
might pay your bills
I rock designer shit and
all that shit real
You know I got it bitch so
baby what's the deal?
If you fuck can you keep
quiet? keep it real
You got a nigga but he
ain't really real
If it's a four or a sixteen
it better have a seal
Bitch I'm smokin' on this dope,
kickin' shit with my folks
If I don't want my dick sucked
you better not approach
Bitch I'm posted in the field,
I'm the player and the coach
If you chillin' with your bitch,
I can come and fuck you both
Niggas frontin', they some bitches,
you a liar and a ho
And I just got the top 'cause
I ain't wanna pour
Thirty hanging like a rope, dirty
dancin' with the folk
I just popped a seal, and a pill,
this verse what I wrote
What's the deal, where the drank,
where the drugs be?
I be coolin' where the drug
dealers and thugs be
Every time they see us out
they say it must be
Yeah I'm rappin' but I'm
really serving custys
Bitch I'm sliming baby girl
so don't you trust me
Get your homie, we'll kill
him if he touch me
I love my nigga Franky,
he gon' front me
Ride around with quarter pounders
in the front seat
Smoking cookie, off a perc,
I'm on them fun things
Your bitch be giving brain,
that girl a dumb ting
We be making money, you just fronting
We be fucking bitches
like it's nothing
You want smoke, you get smoke
This your bitch, she give throat
I'm on go, I get dough
I fuck hoes, I pour fours
Is we fuckin'? we can't chill
She gon' fuck me with her friend
I put 'em both on xanny pills
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