ParadigmOAO, Yeat - Wat Tha Deal lyrics

[ParadigmOAO, Yeat - Wat Tha Deal lyrics]

(I'm not into you, Huh, huh)
(Life been moving too fast)
(Life been moving too fast, okay
Been moving too fast)
(Sometimes I try my best, Mmm, mmm)
(To get off these drugs, boy, I can't relax)
(Don't tell me 'bout that shit, I don't care)
(yeah, yeah)

What's the deal with this
Shit? Just go platinum (yeah, yeah, hey)
What's the deal with this shit? It go stupid
(yeah, yeah, slime, slime)
What's the deal with that shit?
Just go grab some (Hey, hey yeah)
What's the deal with this shit? It go
Came in this shit with a blick on my side
This shit is a Magnum (Uh, boom)
I fucked this bitch, but I don't want a kid
So I use me a Magnum (yeah, swerve)
How can you trust 'em for
Rеal? They always lyin' (yeah)
"Yeat, why you poppin' thеse pills?" Boy
I might die (Ooh, ooh, no cap)
You don't know how I feel, you
Ain't seen what I did
You ain't did what I did (Bee)
It's a reason that I'm in the
Spot, and you ain't on nothin', lil' bitch
(Nothin') yeah, I told my brothers, "Just
Pass me the Glock, i'ma come on like this"
(Phew-phew-phew)
I might just rock like this (yeah)
I might just stop like this (Ha)
Heart heart heart heart heart
Heart heart heart heart
Might stop like this
He ain't ever did no pills
Ain't did no drugs
He don't know what it feel like this
(Not at all) this is real life bitches
This is real life debt (yeah)
This a real life problem
Better get that bread
Better figure that out (Figure that out)
He ain't never heard of shit like this
'cause you ain't ever heard my style
He ain't ever heard a real OG, 'cause
This shit gon' pack you out, yeah, yeah
I'm in New York in that spot
(Spot) , I'm in LA with them rocks
I'm in LA with the Percs, indeed (Indeed)
I don't even know what I got (yeah)
I don't even know what the fuck that I did
(I did) , but this money on me, it won't stop
I don't even know that I'm, for real
But this bitch givin' me brain
She won't stop (Stop)
My twizzy, my gang, I might boot
Up for real, but my dawgs
They never gon' talk (Hey)

I heard you like with the cops
I heard that you wanna get robbed (Hey)
I heard that you still with the job
I got so many damn kids in that music shit
Guess that my sound so raw
I really put all of my pain
In the music, for real, this shit too raw
Know that they scared of the talent I
Got, 'cause the chains on me say, "Wrong"
All of my real fans know
That this shit too goated
This shit too strong
I wanna live on my own, I wanna get me a loan
My money know I ain't wrong
I might been on wrong
I know that you scammin' for real
But you gotta know that I'm grown
Gettin' the money for real
Can't trust in the bread on my own
Trust me, I know how you feel
So tell mama I ain't comin' home

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