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Fousheé

Deep End Freestyle

 

Deep End Freestyle


[Fousheé:]
Go off the deep end
I don't think you wanna go off the deep end
I don't think you wanna go off the deep end
I don't think you wanna give me a reason
(Great John on the beat by the way)

[Sleepy Hallow:]
My body different
Shorty said she tryna kick it
I'm in her mouth, something like a dentist
Cooking up, I'm in the kitchen
Big bro wilding, tryna catch a victim
I took an L, but now I'm back, gang winning
Look, and I'm doing well
Don't even ask how I'm living
Niggas ain't real, they cap
Riding round with the seat laid back
They told me to chill, I'm itching to clap
If I pull up, somebody get whacked
Boy, tie your laces, niggas tripping
Red lights, we gon' skip it
Fucked up a new V, we was dipping
From the police, I was drilling
But fuck it, let's skate on, huh
Run up a bag with my bro gods, huh (Bro)
Watch how I show off
Step in the room and she taking her clothes off
I ain't even say much, huh
Ain't even do much
They like, "Sleepy, you too much"
Know I got a bag, right? Huh
Know I live a fast life
Said she fell in love, met her last night
Said she want this shit for life
Girl, you must be dumb, no, you not the type, huh (What?)
No, I'm not the type
I think I was lost in a past life
Came back, got my cash right
Say you want the sauce, I can get you right
But it's heavyweight, not light
Bro keep a strap, something like a dyke
He be shooting, he don't like to fight
I could get you wrapped up like a gift
Smoked up like a spliff
Chopper tell 'em back up or get hit
Got my racks up, now I'm lit
I could get you packed up in this bitch
And my blood blue 'cause I'm Crip
Fanny pack full of hundreds (That's a fact)
I just reach on my waist, seen he running (Fuck outta here)
Bitches say a nigga stunting, huh
Know they hate how I came up from nothing
Backed down, get to drumming (Baow, baow)
I'ma show a nigga how I'm coming
I was down, now I'm upping (Now I'm up)
They was hating on me, now they loving (Oh wait, hold on)

[Fousheé:]
Go off the deep end
I don't think you wanna go off the deep end
I don't think you wanna go off the deep end
I don't think you wanna give me a reason

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