I like deep pow and I can not lie
You other maggots can’t deny
That when a storm rolls in with a greybird sky
And freshies all in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tongue
‘Cause you notice your line is stuffed
Straight in your face it’s staring
Oh baby, wanna get ya
MBS will take my picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But dumps like this gets me so horny
Ooh, that chute looks smooth-y
You wanna go rip that chit?
Well, use me, use me
‘Cause I aint your average gapper
I’ve seen them wedgin’
The hell with that turnin’
This is the deep, sweet!
My line won’t be beat
I’m tired of magazines
Sayin’ jib is where its’ at
Take the average maggot and ask him that
Deep fresh is where its at
So maggots (yeah) maggots (yeah)
Tell ‘em to Give’er
Rip that waist deep fresh!
Maggots got POW
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