歌词
Your crease is what I'm feelin'
And your style is what I'm diggin'
Girl let's get personal and let me go
Deep deep deep
Deep deep
Deep deep deep
And then you let me go
Deep deep deep
Deep deep
Deep deep deep
I'm ridin' slow like an old *****
All gold like a **** dealer
I'm throwin' cash like I go with her
Hold your head high oh no *****
Get cash like the old folks
Dodge potholes when you on spokes
Hold the 45 smokin' on ****
All white Chevy what he on Coke
Streets talk and they call it word-to-mouth
Whole hood know what you murdered by
Strip club poppin' but it ain't safe
****** tell and comin' home in the same day
Your crease is what I'm feelin'
And your style is what I'm diggin'
Girl let's get personal and let me go
Deep deep deep
Deep deep
Deep deep deep
And then you let me go
Deep deep deep
Deep deep
Deep deep deep
Come kick it with a ***** who
Fly more than I drive get it from the supplier
If I want it I buy it that ***** 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 ****** 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 let me see you jump on it act like you rode a **** before
Your crease is what I'm feelin'
And your style is what I'm diggin'
Girl let's get personal and let me go
Deep deep deep
Deep deep
Deep deep deep
And then you let me go
Deep deep deep
Deep deep
Deep deep deep
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'm at you two sides
No lie no lie give it up to my real ******
Your crease is what I'm feelin'
And your style is what I'm diggin'
Girl let's get personal and let me go
Deep deep deep
Deep deep
Deep deep deep
And then you let me go
Deep deep deep
Deep deep
Deep deep deep
专辑信息
1.Ty Dolla $ign Checks In
2.Tinashe Checks In
3.Throw Your Hood Up
4.Low Low
5.Ghetto Tales
6.Down On Me
7.Can't Tell Me
8.Deep
9.4 Digits
10.No Reason
11.Face Down
12.Giuseppe