Deli - St. Leroy II

St. Leroy II — Deli

How you doin?

How you feelin?

I’m impeccable

I’m always on point like a decimal

Need my bread on top of bread like a deli though

And I don’t trust a soul cause you never know

How you doin?

How you feelin?

I’m impeccable

I’m always on point like a decimal

Need my bread on top of bread like a deli though

And I don’t trust a soul cause you never know

Come from nothin' like I’m back from the dead

305 Dade County where I’m bred

In the black I can’t die in the red

And my mama wanna brand new benz

I grew up mayonnaise sandwich every night

Every other day FPL they cut the lights

On my hustle like I got a hunnid kids

Marathon continues always bout my biz

I feel exuberant welcome to the phantom of the opera

Walk through the fire just like Chaka Khan

Dress to nice to be a thug

Got a smile everybody momma love

I’m on it

How you doin?

How you feelin?

I’m impeccable

I’m always on point like a decimal

Need my bread on top of bread like a deli though

And I don’t trust a soul cause you never know

How you doin?

How you feelin?

I’m impeccable

I’m always on point like a decimal

Need my bread on top of bread like a deli though

And I don’t trust a soul cause you never know

I got bands in my sights

She want me to spend the night

I’m up sipping' my wine

Po a lil for the homies

I got bands in my sights

She want me to spend the night

I’m up sipping' my wine

Po a lil for the homies

How you doin?

How you feelin?

I’m impeccable

I’m always on point like a decimal

Need my bread on top of bread like a deli though

And I don’t trust a soul cause you never know

How you doin?

How you feelin?

I’m impeccable

I’m always on point like a decimal

Need my bread on top of bread like a deli though

And I don’t trust a soul cause you never know