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deep$ide (@deepside999) - no drama lyrics

(chorus: deep$ide)
i don’t even like no drama, but that sh+t get me paid
aye my brother wearing orange like sh+t was minute maid
b+tch i’m coming up, know the crowd know my name
aye but when i go back home they gon throw me a parade

(verse 1: deep$ide)
b+tch i went ghost, i been gone for like a second
only love my brothers, shout out and shout out westin
out here chasing dreams, ain’t got time for second guessing, (nah)
b+tch i’m with the team, why the f+ck i need a weapon?
catch your thot, then i nut up in her face
she tryina f me like she tryina sign to faze
i’m crip walking but ain’t throwing up no gang
he ain’t no barber but my homie catching fades

(verse 2: jayy grams)
rip me out the plastic like an adolescence, grabbing presents on a special day
but i ain’t change but this a brand new westin
grams investing like his mother mother tryina change addresses and she stepping on a few acres
red and blue lasers on a stainless steel banger, ain’t no need for talking cuz the color scheme make n+ggas think that its the police department
please embark on this journey with caution, cuz i’m often at the edge of lamar with the offense, ain’t with the nonsense
ripped it out the package, n+gga have to scram food
and i know he jacking red but i might smack your mans blue
ain’t no dapping hands, hashing plans, got me playing cool
i bet he bump your music grams but we gon have a fan duel
and who is these n+ggas tryina take over when i left
these guys rep femininity, estrogen, no biceps
i digress, cuz building up rome ain’t taking no five steps
he think he with the jets and then we ask him for a progress
you tell em you want change and they think that’s a foreign dialect
i dissect any n+gga who think he f+ck with my rep, won’t go far
jayy grams the lowfi, that’s all that i rep
n+gga thats all that i rep
(verse 3: deep$ide)
and i just copped new jay’s but i’m never catching z’s
don’t you go and treat me like i’m not who ima be
aye i came from out of town but got love for the streets
and they said i’m getting skinny, told my label ima eat
aye we do this on the daily, still f+ck you, pay me
throw em in the trash just like they was brenda’s baby
d+ck all in her ribs and she say she going crazy
she calling out my name man she shout like hallie bailey

i don’t even like no drama, but that sh+t get me paid
aye my brother wearing orange like sh+t was minute maid
b+tch i’m coming up, know the crowd know my name
aye but when i go back home they gon throw me a parade

- deepide deepside999 lyrics

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