Stalley - 1 Deep (Solo) lyrics

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Stalley - 1 Deep (Solo) lyrics

[Hook] I don’t f** with n***as, ridin’ solo (Solo) Yeah I’m ridin’ solo (I’m ridin’ solo) One deep, yeah I’m ridin’ solo (One deep, ridin’ solo) I don’t f** with n***as, ridin’ solo (f** with you n***as) I be ridin’ solo (I’m ridin’ solo) I don’t f** with you n***as, I’m ridin’ solo (I’m ridin’) One deep, yeah I’m ridin’ solo (Deep, yeah) One deep, I be ridin’ solo (Solo) [Verse 1] The check adderall I’m up n***a (I’m up n***a) BCG Don’t ask me ‘bout no other n***as (don’t ask me bout ‘em) If you ain’t showin’ love then I don’t f** with ya (I ain’t f**in’ with ya) These n***as full of lies, I got trust issues (I got trust issues) And I ain’t sending shots, I’m sending scud missiles (bang, bang, bang) No subliminal’s, directly in your f**in’ face (I’m in your f**in’ face) No back and forth banter, I do the Porsche, Phantom (Phantom) I ran my course granted (granted) I been lappin’ you n***as since the jet landed (Jet life?) From the address out in Montego (tego), this sh** a free throw (Free throw) Ask Spitta, he know (He know) Since Duane street been a tame beast Dame tried to hold me back (Back) Atlantic tried to hold me back (Back) [Hook] I don’t f** with n***as, ridin’ solo (Solo) Yeah I’m ridin’ solo (I’m ridin’ solo) One deep, yeah I’m ridin’ solo (One deep, ridin’ solo) I don’t f** with n***as, ridin’ solo (f** with you n***as) I be ridin’ solo (I’m ridin’ solo) I don’t f** with you n***as, I’m ridin’ solo (I’m ridin’) One deep, yeah I’m ridin’ solo (Deep, yeah) One deep, I be ridin’ solo (Solo) (Verse 2) Now the beast untamed, got that monkey off my back (Who got it off they back) Hopped up out the Maybach, jumped up in my Chevy (Yeah) Tan Dickie suit (Ugh), j**els still heavy (Ugh ugh) 450 revvin’, boy I came to work (Work) Glock punchin’, no clock punchin’ Gon’ postal for my mail (Mail) For my n***as in that cell hold your head until release (Lease) I’m back up in the streets, feel the pulse from underneath (Underneath) Blood pressure boilin’, bad chick for every toy I’m in (Toy I’m in) Lotta kids in the game, but I don’t really toy with them (I don’t play with them) Gold rings coilin’, usually the nugget type 18 karat mustard bright All this damn shade it’s a must I shine f** the declining, it’s a must I rise (It’s a must to rise)

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