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waka flocka flame – 2 deep lyrics

[– feat. gucci mane, wooh da kid, yg hootie, ice burgandy, slim dunkin, lil capp & frenchie:]

[intro & chorus:]
grove street, blood we two deep-
don’t get your -ss deep, don’t get your -ss deep.
grove street, blood we two deep
don’t get your -ss deep, don’t get your -ss deep.

[verse 1: yg hootie]
too my n-gg- in a… b-tch n-gg- mad cause i’m f-cking this woman
get your -ss beat put to sleep cause that’s b game we too deep
i’m what’s poppin on grove street i’m smokin kush it feel like byrum
f-ck out my way i stay poppin if he hatin ain’t yg take my g so i…
touch for… guns ring out like a harmony
one for two three for four… the best i think so, she think so, we so on
beat your -ss like i’m mike tyson that’s my type can’t lie that’s my life.

[verse 2: papa smurf]
prime red flag i’m a figure role n-gg-, they don’t know what it’s…
just like my croll n-gg-, f-ck a job, did that sh-t over the stove n-gg-
smell the blow on my mothaf-cking clothes n-gg-
grind all day party all night, canary yellow diamonds, ferrari all white
they say that boy a killer to me he alright
that n-gg- ain’t got it all sh-t we just alike

[chorus]

[verse 3: slim dunkin]
i ain’t no vegetarian, b-tch i like the beef
put your lips on the curve make you bite the street cut yo f-ckin ankles off
if like to see, put your -ss on the mug like some nike cleats
quit actin ‘fore i put you in the trunk dummy
better break fast ‘fore i take yo lunch money
you had a good show them goons had to clap ya
i ain’t want yo b-tch she got an att-tude

[verse 4: lil capp]
see i came to the club on that bullsh-t
my partna outside with a full clip
… you don’t wanna fight
’cause after we beat yo azz yo gon lose yo life
so let that sh-t go p-ssy tuck that pride in
and when your n-gg-s sleeping my n-gg- ridin
grove st killers my n-gg- ridin
the choppa hangin on my shoulder like a violin

[chorus:]

[verse 5: gucci mane]
brick squad so deep is a privilege to speak
all my fans say what’s up and my local meet & greets
living reppard f-ck it rugged cold name mothaf-ck it two bloods and a blunket ’78 cutless
monster, monsters gucci mane’s a monstar
dtg is the t-tle of my young star
the man of the south you can call em h-llron
1017 brick boys made some lepchrons

[verse 6: frenchie]
f.r. are you… cussin out by you
free n-gg-s in the back of a g ride
that’s how we ride i’m a a threat on the east side
like panth up with no peace sign b-tch i’m bustin at em look how fast i reach mine
the only thing hanging is the pants on you
knock you out u swear i had ciara’s feet dancing on you
all my n-gg-s trained to go strapped from straight from head to toe
play a stunt man and i put shawty lo

[chorus:]

[verse 7: ice burgandy]
blood tell you where you from west side inglewood
don’t tell em your name ice burgandy is tha name
i be in the hood, i’ve been hanging out my pocket like i’m hit squad
my flag dark red like a brick wall
inglewood avenue my party is like grove street, i’m young and respected like an og
i ain’t scared to sh-t look up in my eyes i push kaliana like in 1995

[verse 8: wooh da kid]
first rule never ride if that n-gg- snitching
dey gon find him in a lake while dem boys fishin
you’re just a pono wooh da king play yo position
hole jus too big ain’t no need for st-tchin’
w o o h d a
k i n g he super straight
taliban hit squad bustin on a grove
come and holla at the king i’ve king of souls

[chorus]

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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