CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Wat Tha Deal
(I'm not into you)
(Huh, huh)
(Life been moving too fast)
(Life been moving too fast, okay, been moving too fast)
(Sometimes I try my best)
(Mmm, mmm)
(To get off these drugs, boy, I can't relax)
(Don't tell me 'bout that sh*t, I don't care)
(Yeah, yeah)
What's the deal with this sh*t? Just go platinum (Yeah, yeah, hey)
What's the deal with this sh*t? It go stupid (Yeah, yeah, slime, slime)
What's the deal with that sh*t? Just go grab some (Hey, hey, yeah)
What's the deal with this sh*t? It go [?]
Came in this sh*t with a blick on my side, this sh*t is a Magnum (Uh, boom)
I f**ked this b*t*h, but I don't want a kid, so I use me a Magnum (Yeah, swerve)
How can you trust 'em for rеal? They always lyin' (Yeah)
"Yeat, why you poppin' thеse pills?" Boy, I might die (Ooh, ooh, no cap)
You don't know how I feel, you ain't seen what I did, you ain't did what I did (Bee)
It's a reason that I'm in the spot, and you ain't on nothin', lil' b*t*h (Nothin')
Yeah, I told my brothers, "Just pa** me the Glock, I'ma come on like this" (Phew-phew-phew)
I might just rock like this (Yeah)
I might just stop like this (Ha)
Heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart, might stop like this
He ain't ever did no pills, ain't did no drugs, he don't know what it feel like this (Not at all)
This is real life b*t*hes, this is real life debt (Yeah)
This a real life problem, better get that bread, better figure that out (Figure that out)
He ain't never heard of sh*t like this, 'cause you ain't ever heard my style
He ain't ever heard a real OG, 'cause this sh*t gon' pack you out, yeah, yeah
I'm in New York in that spot (Spot), I'm in L.A. with them rocks
I'm in L.A. with the Percs, indeed (Indeed), I don't even know what I got (Yeah)
I don't even know what the f**k that I did (I did), but this money on me, it won't stop
I don't even know that I'm [?], for real, but this b*t*h givin' me brain, she won't stop (Stop)
My twizzy, my gang, I might boot up for real, but my dawgs, they never gon' talk (Hey)
I heard you like [?] with the cops
I heard that you wanna get robbed (Hey)
I heard that you still with the job
I got so many damn kids in that music sh*t, guess that my sound so raw
I really put all of my pain in the music, for real, this sh*t too raw
Know that they scared of the talent I got, 'cause the chains on me say, "Wrong"
All of my real fans know that this sh*t too goated, this sh*t too strong
I wanna live on my own, I wanna get me a loan
My money know I ain't wrong, I might been on wrong
I know that you scammin' for real, but you gotta know that I'm grown
Gettin' the money for real, can't trust in the bread on my own
Trust me, I know how you feel, so tell mama I ain't comin' home
(Huh, huh)
(Life been moving too fast)
(Life been moving too fast, okay, been moving too fast)
(Sometimes I try my best)
(Mmm, mmm)
(To get off these drugs, boy, I can't relax)
(Don't tell me 'bout that sh*t, I don't care)
(Yeah, yeah)
What's the deal with this sh*t? Just go platinum (Yeah, yeah, hey)
What's the deal with this sh*t? It go stupid (Yeah, yeah, slime, slime)
What's the deal with that sh*t? Just go grab some (Hey, hey, yeah)
What's the deal with this sh*t? It go [?]
Came in this sh*t with a blick on my side, this sh*t is a Magnum (Uh, boom)
I f**ked this b*t*h, but I don't want a kid, so I use me a Magnum (Yeah, swerve)
How can you trust 'em for rеal? They always lyin' (Yeah)
"Yeat, why you poppin' thеse pills?" Boy, I might die (Ooh, ooh, no cap)
You don't know how I feel, you ain't seen what I did, you ain't did what I did (Bee)
It's a reason that I'm in the spot, and you ain't on nothin', lil' b*t*h (Nothin')
Yeah, I told my brothers, "Just pa** me the Glock, I'ma come on like this" (Phew-phew-phew)
I might just rock like this (Yeah)
I might just stop like this (Ha)
Heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart, might stop like this
He ain't ever did no pills, ain't did no drugs, he don't know what it feel like this (Not at all)
This is real life b*t*hes, this is real life debt (Yeah)
This a real life problem, better get that bread, better figure that out (Figure that out)
He ain't never heard of sh*t like this, 'cause you ain't ever heard my style
He ain't ever heard a real OG, 'cause this sh*t gon' pack you out, yeah, yeah
I'm in New York in that spot (Spot), I'm in L.A. with them rocks
I'm in L.A. with the Percs, indeed (Indeed), I don't even know what I got (Yeah)
I don't even know what the f**k that I did (I did), but this money on me, it won't stop
I don't even know that I'm [?], for real, but this b*t*h givin' me brain, she won't stop (Stop)
My twizzy, my gang, I might boot up for real, but my dawgs, they never gon' talk (Hey)
I heard you like [?] with the cops
I heard that you wanna get robbed (Hey)
I heard that you still with the job
I got so many damn kids in that music sh*t, guess that my sound so raw
I really put all of my pain in the music, for real, this sh*t too raw
Know that they scared of the talent I got, 'cause the chains on me say, "Wrong"
All of my real fans know that this sh*t too goated, this sh*t too strong
I wanna live on my own, I wanna get me a loan
My money know I ain't wrong, I might been on wrong
I know that you scammin' for real, but you gotta know that I'm grown
Gettin' the money for real, can't trust in the bread on my own
Trust me, I know how you feel, so tell mama I ain't comin' home
