Deaf (Remix) ft. Eva Lyrics

Verse 1:

Boogey, there’s too much pain in the verse

Too serious, keep it plain, stop praying and explaining your hurt

Spit about chains and your worth

How your ex claimed that she exclaimed every time you put your thing inside of hers

Not about your ex and the ex-games, now she getting played by a player, with his name on his shirt

Boss, you the boss

But your brain giving everybody’s brain too much work

They acquire devices, devise ways to advise you against vices

Some of ‘em irrelevant like my president’s vice is

I don’t give a shit about ‘em and vice versa

I’m light years a- head of the buzz and the buzz makers and buck makers

Make history instead of gang signs and duck faces

Saying they seeing a saviour, get him butt naked

And kill him but pray to him if ever he does wake up

Hit a brick on the hip of a hypocrite

Talking the talk and never walking the walk, I’m sick of it

Me and Eva hump in the front seat, honking the car horn

A star’s born.(Clap, clap, clap for him)

Then he spits and you saying that rap track boring, but women never hesitate when cash stacks pour

Spread legs from the jump, flash back, that’s Jordan

Flow too foreign? I ain’t from around here, wassup

Chorus (Eva):

I don’t care how you do your shit, I’m just sayin’ Cos you sure don’t do it like this, so what you sayin’ I don’t think that you really know me, Wa‘n bi no Do you know me

I’m the one like the two from three

Please tell me what you do for me

Hold on hold on this Mi fun won l’eti

Mi fun won l’eti (Hiss) Mi fun won l’eti

Mi fun won l’eti

Hold on hold on this Mi fun won l’eti

Mi fun won l’eti (Hiss) Mi fun won l’eti

Mi fun won l’eti

Mi fun won l’eti

Mi fo un won l’eti (Hiss) Mi fun won l’eti

Verse 2:

We getting tired of hearing about swag, and wearing ‘em pants sagged

And earrings and hand bags

Fail. Never passing.

Pass the mic on, to a real rapper, go be a fashion icon

In front of the paparazzi with the flashing Nikons

Tracking my evolution

Am I on track? AbOriginal gave me the contract, I just need a hit track

And I’m gone

On my next track, I just might attach a time bomb

This aint a game, boy, drop the Nintendo

Pop, make ‘em hop to the tempo

But if you rap and you going in, don’t get out, quick as a cock giving cock to a hen bro You love the money, make it

Get with the money-making

But the money making

These rappers who used to dominate

With smart 16s, sound dumb in eight

Smart and he starved, got dumb and ate

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Chorus (Eva):

I don’t care how you do your shit, I’m just sayin’ Cos you sure don’t do it like this, so what you sayin’ I don’t think that you really know me, Wan be no Do you know me

I’m the one like the two from three

Please tell me what you do for me

Hold on hold on this Mi fun won l’eti

Mi fun won l’eti (Hiss) Mi fun won l’eti

Mi fun won l’eti

Hold on hold on this Mi fun won l’eti

Mi fun won l’eti (Hiss)

Mi fun won l’eti

Mi fun won l’eti

Mi fun won l’eti

Mi fo un won l’eti (Hiss) Mi fun won l’eti