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Deep in That Water chords by Sauce Walka

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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I'm deep in that
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water for certain
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I can't do no mixes around
them new niggas
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cause I do not know if they workin
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Lil bitch you can't give you a bag of money
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so how you gon' get you a Birkin
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My nigga you think you'll
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chase blasts or something
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You ain't even squirtin', for certain
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A million in cars in here,
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a million in bras in here
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We got more millions
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than the movie stars in here
That wood is a toy in here
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We know a chick finna lose
it all this year
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Whenever my dolls appear
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You know a snake finna
show us all they fear
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We choppin' they jaw with nil
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Dissected, all of my
hustles is perfected
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You flossin' the phone,
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that's her Lexus
You flossin' the chain,
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that's her necklace
But then you wonder why
you not respected
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But then you wonder why
you so neglected
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Hood do you bad, treat you hectic
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Muji blocks, to pull a Tetris
Playin' with the streets,
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that's a death wish
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Me, me, me, me, me, Oui!
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Me, me, me, me, me
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Ayy Me, me
Ayy
Me, me, me
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Don't slide with a Draco,
a Draco can't do it
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This house is on me,
look how we maneuver
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I'm shootin' for Sancho,
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blue heart to my Rooster
I'm shootin' for Walker,
blue heart to my Rooster
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You play with this house,
you could die lookin' stupid
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My fin in the air, tryna park on my roof
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I'm T .S .F. Street,
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short the fuck is you stupid?
Before I was drippin',
a motherfuckin' shooter
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Drippin' that Johnny,
bring guns to the jeweler
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I'm fuckin' with glizzards,
never bought a Ruger
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T .S .F. One Punch,
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T .S .F. Hadouken
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Deuce, hit his car in the movie
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Welcome to the sauce,
every day a movie
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Broke on the bitch and I acin' her Gucci
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You movin' too fast, nigga,
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watch how you move
They in love with the sauce,
so they watch how we move
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Alexander McQueen,
she paid that with her booty
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I'm not tryna talk, bitch,
I'm not in the mood
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I can't feel my body,
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I just pour the deuce
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My finger is itchin' if you gettin' loose
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