lirik lagu deala - by the poker table
[deala]
[1 verse]
the flop is kk3
before you wanna raise look at the me
‘cuz it can be bad fo’ yo’ health
if you wanna play with me again n borrow a big amount of dough
soon fo’ yo’ ass it will be nuthin’ but a death
they pourin’ dope wine, i look at his face n know he is lyin’, i don’t give a d~mn, neva drink dat sh~t, when i’m playin’ poker stop watchin’ at the b~tch
you borrowed some snaps n just wanna win more
deala totally get focused on the game, at that time i spit the sh~t to yo’ ho’
i’m checkin’ tha stack
my supposin’ is when i bet so much
yo’ dough will be under the lack
tell me what the f~ck you gonna do after playin’ with me, takе one shot by the mac?
am on the flop, i rеally don’t give a f~ck
if you wanna limber up yo’ f~ckin’ shoulders by the sl~t
dat sh~t is so complicated fo’ yo’ ass to make the decision
my sidekicks punched to yo’ f~ckin’ head n yo’ tactic will be f~cked up, you lost your vision
i gonna bet half of the pot to be in the good spot
‘cuz i’m actin’ after cut~off n it’s purpose to make the dough n make more
it’s a real poker table n you can’t bet yo’ f~ckin’ car
assh0l~ wanna call but he got only a pair of f~ckin’ deuces of spades
it will better fo’ yo’ health if you fold dat hand or you can meet yo’ first inmates
he tries to put on tha f~ckin’ sunglasses to lurk his emotions
but it’s f~cked up n he gonna get out n take some drugs like the f~ckin’ scientists who use potions
[2 verse]
dealer gives anotha card n it’s ace of the spades, it’s turn n deala makes
a continue bet, assh0l~ which sittin’ in front of me hates ~ what i gonna do
yo’ f~ckin’ mind is blown when i bet almost a pot n you won’t get a clue
you mustn’t get tazed
but yo’ fat ass is so dull n the pot won’t get raised triple
when ya think ’bout dat sh~t you messin’ ’round with the f~ckin’ pimple
i’ll be anyway keep fit n fo’ deala dat sh~t is simple
you took all the dough from yo’ hizzle
n you made sure that yo’ ass won’t see the f~ckin’ fizzle
am not waitin’
what ya decide, ‘cuz i can get the f~ckin’ gat n the bullets don’t like antic~p~tin’
dealer is hatin’ when you make a decision so long
it’s pressed fo’ time n the move which you made is wrong
i actually don’t give a f~ck how much chips you got
i won’t stop n i’ll easily raise
am lookin’ straight to yo’ f~ckin’ face
n see that yo’ hands are shakin’ n i’m makin’ a big bet
f~ck what ya think, if you wanna keep playin’ with me, after the game you can get the real kick to the head
i’m limberin’ up my neck to get ready fo’ a new card on the table
yo’ ass wanna believe that i check n it will be a stable thang
you can only l!ck someone’s ass to get the dough n no one knows my hand
[3 verse]
oh yeah, dat’s da river n it’s deuce of the clubs
f~ckin’ groggy neighbor tellin’ tha real crack up plots
i know what i gotta do, you’d better don’t disturb me or i’ll drop bombs
on ya n you will be ass out
i make c~bet again n see yo’ ass is stressed out
you got full house, 3 deuces n the kings
yo’ nervous are f~cked up n you wanna make a bet of the expensive rings
but the main question is what duz deala got?
fo’ now i can easily say, am in the good spot
n i really don’t give a f~ck
‘cuz i know the time of yo’ ass is out
when we’ll be on the showdown you don’t have to yelp like the b~tch n make it loud
i start makin’ a small bet to get yo’ ass puzzled
you have to do nuthin only get muzzled
you said, what the f~ck is goin’ on
n you’re under a pressure thinkin’ that you made a decision which is wrong
everyone is now by the poker table watchin’ our game
people want me to kick his ass properly, ‘cuz his tactic is lame
i said, shut up y’all n keep silence
deala claimed, assh0l~ which sittin’ in front of me won’t need in the m~th~f~ckin’ license
you look under the table n i got glock with the jammer
there ain’t any choice, ya have to gamble
they allow ya to bet the f~ckin’ car, if you ain’t give it to me when you lose , my homies break dat sh~t down usin’ the d~mn hammer
ya make all~in ~ don’t worry you won’t live after all this sh~t at the bin
i call n that busta shows what he got
dat’s f~ckin’ deuces n it’s f~cked up
everyone screamin’ some sh~t n deala throws tha m~th~f~ckin’ kings on that sh~t
m~th~f~cka tried to k!ll himself but he wasn’t able
so, the main sh~t which happened was by the poker table
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