Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Deep

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Your crazy is what I’m feelin’

Your style is what I’m diggin’

Girl let’s get personal

I need it deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

I need it deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

I ride slow like a old nigga

All gold like a dope dealer

I throwing cash like a go willer

Hold your head high with no nigga

Dig cash, lied it with old fox

Dush pock …with your own whores

Hold a new forty five, smoke a hole dope

Hole wide shay, having wild cope

Streets call and they call it automatic

Whole hood know what your murder bout

Ship …popping but it ain’t safe

Niggas come and telling, coming home at the same day

Your crazy is what I’m feelin’

Your style is what I’m diggin’

Girl let’s get personal

I need it deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

I need it deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

Come kick it with a nigga, fly more then I drive

Getting from the supply, if I wanted so bad, that pussy she’ll stay tonight

She ain’t even like smoke

Now he wanna roll up her own joint

Or packing her new jint …lil make the room start spilling …

Even thou a lot of nigga probably in the area

I’mma put you on some you ain’t hear it like this before

I’mma do you how you want it, let me see you jump on that

Like you wanna rock a dick before

Your crazy is what I’m feelin’

Your style is what I’m diggin’

Girl let’s get personal

I need it deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

I need it deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

No lie, no lie

No lie, no lie give it all to my real nigga

Your crazy is what I’m feelin’

Your style is what I’m diggin’

Girl let’s get personal

I need it deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

I need it deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

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