Deja Vu

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Casper TNG - Rap, Toronto Rap

Deja Vu

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[Intro] Fresh out the trap and shit Keep my flame, flame it up on you I got diamonds in my chain [Verse] Trap house all alone all again deja vu Stacking change, tryna make a change and it's true Stuck up in the game I keep my flame, flame it up on you I got diamonds in my chain, it blow your brain, it change on you I had no change, I ask for help and you turned me away I went to jail you ain't send me no change It was me chilling at home you would stay Me and K Money gon' spin in the day I ain't never work for minimum wage In the trap, in the field make plays I won't lie, I was stuck in my ways Still a killer, nigga, still don't play No pills, I'm sober today Can't lie still pour up an eight If she bad we can go on a date I get money, it ain't nothing to say She just want me chain swinging in her face When I hit it from the front, okay And she swallow my nut, okay She a lil' freak, lil' slut, okay None of the competition now at my pace Need a presidental rollie, plain jane Fuck the South, I ain't talking the Lane Fuck the South, I ain't talking Detention Fuck the South, I ain't talking Connections Fuck the South, too hot I won't mention High as hell, 'cause we smoking your bredrin Headshot, how the fuck he forgetting? Well I guess his brain gone I get it He a veggie like a patch of lettuce He a rat, I'm just glad I said it If it's beef I ain't tryna dead it And your word no good, no credit You off better getting a debit You off better smoking some fetty You off better making spaghetti Fucked your wife, it ain't normal confetti She just like me 'cause I'm way too trenchy How much killers do I know? Plenty Driving one but the clip get empty Long live P and you know it got deadly I was in the P, they dreaming of Bentleys Ten years later, pull up in Bentleys Everything that I'm wearing extensive Guns for the beef got a lot extensive Baddie in the street get chalked like stencils I'm at the pot with a lot utensils Niggas in the Dot get shot 'cause they special Niggas in the Dot too gawt in the mental How the fuck didn't get shot by the temple? Remember I was sliding on your block with a rental Now I put nine in the pot tryna stretch 'em Niggas walking the block with extendos I don't want none of your gifts if it ain't those (Nah) Beat the pussy up I ain't gentle Shit get hot and boil like kettles [?] like pebbles [?] like I'm rebel Crazy how I made a hunnid in the ghetto

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  • Casper TNG