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safone - not that deep (remix) lyrics

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[intro]
mad ting
can i hear myself?

[hook]
i walk in the rave, got a mask on my face
it’s not halloween but the strap’s on me
gyaldem are still saying hi and hey
how the h-ll do they know it’s me?
mandem are begging saf to grab mic
but safone’s bars don’t come free
better pray to the lord if you got your head bust
you coulda got plugged
fam it’s not that deep
it’s not that deep

[verse]
i’m not the one you can move to
i’m the one you will lose to
i will burst man
and bust case no loose clues
i ain’t in to no voodoo
i get stopped in the street like rah
safone, you’re hard
whens your next vid out on youtube?
trust me the stayfresh mandem are sick
we ain’t a cliché crew they’re used to
man are old school like sega
madone music, i don’t want a major
why sign to get dropped a year later?
now you’re broke, you was a bayder
you want gyal, i want the paper
i’m in the trap, you’re more a raver
basically you’re the opposite of me
i talk p, send a translator
got big man all scared of the kid
on my block better share with the kid
a r man come through with the straps
i’m bad like my area is
got man moving weary as sh-t
catch cold eye don’t care who it is
i’m on the block but i don’t l1ck shots
if you wanna re i’m there for the bigs
im here for the bigs
no p diddy
oil in the water no free w-lly
lost near a quarter but its no biggie
still sitting down on a fresh half bizzy
your ting brought a t
it turned to a quicky
outside, got time to be picky
madone hoodie, still not bitty
talking brum then that’s my city
then that’s my city, not man city
ain’t from london, hecky all bricky
order the beat, gonna come sticky
playing this game? it’s gonna get tricky
got it for the low ot little pibby
come with the dough when everyting’s jiggy
everyting’s live, man like lizzie
shottas in skengman wit’ me when i

[verse 2]
i done a fire in the booth
spitting nothing but truth
swear i spat everything clear
i was in paris with creds im packing
when i clocked something weird
it couldn’t be raw
yeah i know that i swore
but im d-mn sure not there
can’t lie im scr-w-ng
blud what are they doing
wheres my thing for the squares!
wheres my thing for the squares
i was on road from early
family i do sh-t properly
watching the replay on crimewatch hoping that n0body clocks me
i was living with my nan
dinner time come get forced to eat broccoli
but scr-p that
now i got the brum town back pack
running like somebody stop me
stop me if a man can though
you man thinking the sh-t but i am though
dont fear geeks i roll with heats
your not bumping sh-t but cabs home
coming like potter i be in the bando
where theres one way out like a banjo
kfc lets eat em
wicked zinger times free with tango
i go in not a lot of man can tho
i wanna win bare o’s in my bankroll
i got gold dust but it come white
its a date night with oro blanco
haze come clean
sweet like mango
f-ck with the team
and i know mad no
stay off the strip
let all your man know
drums with sticks
its a live band show
but lemme break this down
my g’s dont panic if we got a likkle beef
somebody send for the burners
beg man p-ss me the bag and the sheets
i’ll get that yout to l1ck that yout
but thats dead now its 0’14
insta’ location
or a news tweet
and air out the place
its not that deep

- safone lyrics

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