Deep - Mustard, Rick Ross, Wiz Khalifa

Your crease is what I’m feelin'

And your style is what I’m diggin'

Girl let’s get personal

Annie let me go deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep (deep in like the ocean)

Annie let me go deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep (deep in like the ocean)

I’m ridin' slow like an old nigga

All gold like a dope dealer

I’m throwin' cash like I go with her

Hold your head high, oh no nigga

Get cash like the old folks

Dodge potholes when you on spokes

Hold the .45 smokin' on dope

All white Chevy, what he on?

Coke

Streets talk and they call it word to mind

Whole hood know what you murdered bout'

Strip club poppin' but it ain’t safe

Niggas tell and comin' home on the same day

Come kick it with a nigga who (hooo)

Fly more than I drive, get it from the supplier

If I want it I buy it, that pussy fire, she stay the night

She ain’t even like smoke

Now she rolling up her own joints

Or packin' her G pen

Lil Bombay make the room start spinnin'

Even though a lot of niggas prolly in your ear

I’mma put you on somethin', you ain’t heard it like this before

I’mma do it how you want it

Lemme see you jump on it, act like you rode a dick before

Ain’t no I in no team, and no team in no I’s

Ain’t no reason to be acting shady

No lie, no lie, I make you change sides

No lie, no lie, give it up to my real niggas