Roc Marciano - Deeper lyrics
rate meSmoke shit, daddy what you know about it?
Pimp shit, bitch you know about it?
Ah, so what you know about it, ah, yeah
8 ball, corner pocket, my hustle can knock it
The game choppin catastrophic
I’m after the profit, pull the salad out the stockin
Just poppin, I popped into cherry blossom
Rock the lockmen and the carpit, you fronting like you high as shit
Shake out, dress understated at the steakhouse
Spaced out, deep in the game, I pray I make it out
2 bitches naked on the couch, crouch
Go porsche, I’ma close horse,
Your boss throne in the trof, the blow soft
Throwing salt on pork,
You done, prick them with the fork
Dip em into sauce, linen cloth lay on the king
Blesses to my offspring
And sip the water from the spring, it ain’t a thing
Padding off the ski mask, my feet pass a g and a half
Pull out the fash, european cab
Crab, call it the coola, and basically the jeweler
You tryina fool the consumer
Cubic siconia, I cope the cold mangolia
And spoke haloneous at the podium
Smoke shit, daddy what you know about it?
Pimp shit, bitch you know about it?
I won’t allow it
Twisted nino, my bitch like ginger
Casino, pink tuxedo, show more cheese mode
Clean your clock, soft toe reebok
Peacock move like a robots, stove top
Stan smiffer, rod laver, cop the hammer
16 in the clip, one in the chamber
Show footed, the porsche dashboard is wooden
Motherfuckers bite the bullet
The 6 40 seats like puddin
It’s the position I was put in
My bitch arch her back, I slip the wood in
Can I kill it, funcadellic george clinton
Keep the pimping more convincing
Without detention, many imagine
Mister belvedere benson
Honey dip lit one a winston
Not to mention, expenses the princess pretentious
No pretend shit, tennis kicks, tennis lenses
My thirst for the chips’ never ending
It’s a win win
Smoke shit, daddy what you know about it?
Pimp shit, daddy you know about it?
Pull a hoe about it.
