42 Dugg - It Get Deeper Pt. 2 (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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42 Dugg - It Get Deeper Pt. 2 (en) Lyrics
Never bite that hand that feed
you, bro, niggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be
loved, bitches be cheatin'
Finally got my hand on some
paper, I'm gettin' even
Main man turnt to a hater, this
shit is deep, over money
You would turn your back on your
brother 'cause of money
I don't know a bitch who really
love me, ain't that funny?
I could feel the east
side with hundreds
Make a freak fuck for nothin',
I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscin'
'bout my dawgs
Every time my nigga call,
I show out for him
My bitch been in the house, of course,
I been goin' out more
But fuck I need clout for?
I can't be outscored
(Nigga, I can't be outscored,
ayy, I can'tbe outscored)
For all my niggas that's callin',
bitch, I'm still ballin'
Forty-three for these and
I paid mike jordan
But a player might stop, we
just sell 'em like ox'
See a hatin' nigga, pop 'em, gettin'
rich, took all they options
Bitch, I grew up the doctors,
you lil' niggas impostors
Might invest a couple houses all
in houston for my youngins
We're lookin' for the
pints of wocky
Who ain't gettin'
money? Stop
But I might up a
million dollars
I done fucked a
million bitches
Bitch, I got a million problems,
nah, for real
Next time a nigga diss us,
he gettin' killed
Bitches think they stickin', stickin'
up, baby, I see you
If you think you can do this shit
without me, then so be it
Don't waste my time and my money,
gettin' spent on the pills
Cribs on her heels, bad bitch
who like to chills
Doggybone on her nails, free
my fuckin' uncle neff
Million dollars on this belt,
I don't give a fuck no more
Real recognize real, nah,
I don't trust no ho
Real recognize real,
nah, I don't trust
Tell me if you with me, my nigga,
or are you gon' leave?
Main mans turned to a hater,
all for some cheese
I can't be outscored
Come on, you know a nigga
came from the slums
Cracking to the past, still
got faith in all the guns
Hand held with a drum on
a nigga, if not three
It got one a nigga, give my all, I
don't stunt on my niggas, ayy
Tell me if you with me, my nigga,
or you gon' leave?
Why I never get the same
love? 'Cause I mean it
My drugs told me you could be
somethin' special, on recey
How the fuck am I stressed, they
thought I don't need you
Back and forth on this tether,
it ain't easy
Momma please show me how
to save my money
Remember, calm down, ninety
days, I'm comin'
I can't be outs-, come on
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