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50 Deep Remix by Khaos Official Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Chorus: Khaos Official]
Even though we fifty deep we still goin deeper
Climbin the hill, still gettin steeper
When you fall come back to me grim reaper
If you could imagine, I’m a believer
You stickin to the script I’m experiment beaker
My music too hot, like it got a fever
In the top twelve Olympics like Demeter
Ice so cold, don’t need a freezer

[Verse 1: Khaos Official]
I don’t need a freezer cause I’m keepin all my ice cold
Shape shifting into different things you fit the mold
Keep it on my neck and wrist I don't need my teeth gold
I’m like some graphite cause you know I will never fold
You like pirate but you don't fool anyone for gold
All my records platinum I’ve lead you never be controlled
All my walls chromium not the browser my stronghold
Your number ninety-four, plutonium it’s what I told
I'll blindfold you so it matches your mind
Dark and useless can’t think your blind
You relaxin in your home while I’m on the grind
But I got more cash than hundred you’s combined
It’s not even fair, if we do a match up
My hands too full, when I put my cash up
Your hands empty, and you cannot catch up
My money is the same, if we do a mashup
Dragons you imagine, cause I’m spittin fire
You radioactive, situation dire
I’m with my brothers, cause I'm gettin higher
Flexing so hard, and I don’t expire
[Verse 2: Shadow]
You better back up, go get your cash up
Coming with the fast flow, I’m going max up
Diamonds dancin and my new patek
Money and hoes stick to me like static
Pick the pen up and write fire on the paper
I diss, they evaporate like water vapor
I’ll break their necks like they a bad skater
Play your hands right like a masterbaiter
Gone fifty deep, now going deeper
Takin your life, call me grim reaper
Minecraft pedo, call me a creeper
Sniff semen nice smelling teacher
Fifty, sixty, seventy, you copping
I’m going deep and I’m never dropping
This remix will never get to flopping
Like and endless road I’m never stopping
I’m going deep, pass me the ball
Quick like a cat, know I won’t fall
I’m taking the piss and you know I won’t stall
I’m not naked call me the wrecking ball
Wrecked you’re girls coochie like a rabid dog
Always be seeing me, theres no thick fog
My hooks are always catchy, like Roadhog
Wierdoes from the south with their odd southern droll
Fifty deep, get off me, everyone on top of me
With the energy like I’m writing my soliloquy
Fill the girl, STD’s better stop testing me
Fill her up with snow but there definitely ain’t no skis
[Chorus: Khaos Official]
Even though we fifty deep we still goin deeper
Climbin the hill, still gettin steeper
When you fall come back to me grim reaper
If you could imagine, I’m a believer
You stickin to the script I’m experiment beaker
My music too hot, like it got a fever
In the top twelve Olympics like Demeter
Ice so cold, don’t need a freezer

[Verse 3: Blondejohn]
Fifty deep when we pull up to the deep though
Roll deep when I pull up on my people
Goin up everybody watch your heat grow
Yeah yeah yeah shots like a free throw
Oh, oh, oh, oh, how we make that?
Walkin on beaf steppin on a doormat
Whole lotta talk whole lotta chit chat
In my studio that’s where we work at
Yeah we keep it deep with my team man
Beat turned up I’m in dreamland
Keep the ball rolling like a touchdown
Got fans lined up when we touch down
Said I’m up next but I’m up now
Pretty soon I’ll be flexin with a bussdown
Diamonds on my pants all got me gleaming
Feeling like a superstar yeah I’m beamin
Pass me the pen and some paper
Close the door yeah I’ll talk to you later
Got a chance yeah you know I’m gonna take it
Won’t stop yeah I’m destined for greatness
Goin up yeah it feel like I have cheat codes
Gotta have it on me when I’m in a deep hole
Roll deep when I pull up on my people
50 deep when we pull up to the deep though
Take me for real, this is not a gimmick
Said I’m gonna make it and I promise that I meant it
Nobody quiet like me no meant it
Call me Charlie Sheen won’t stop till I’m winning
Just the beginning, feeling superstitious
Rockstar life with an alternate ending
Dropped a few songs now my world started spinning
Said I wouldn’t make it but now look at me I’m grinning
[Verse 4: BrocK]
Hold on to my heart, don’t let go
Spit it from the heart to my heart beat tempo
Make love in the back of the Benzo
I ain’t gotta front, sugar, no innuendo
BK’s bout to hit it with a remix
Uncut, re-rock, this no re-rock
G-shit we the mafia three-six
Gun tucked keep going even when the beat stop
I don’t got time to hear about the criticism
Rap serial killer lookin for another victim
Come and get your issue
Me and rollin with the nine fist slashin at you motherfuckers like I’m carrying a whip
I’m the main attraction
Spittin out acid I’m radioactive
Around I go, I’m overlapping
You will never see me in the league of absence
You a bad bitch I don’t doubt you
When that purse first show me what that mouth do
In the trap countin money with a chip butt naked
Put it on me babe I be, be
Blast to the past going back to the future
Move so fast I’m an activist user
Two whole xan’s and I’m gone for the evening
Room full of dimes and they all so intriguing
Game time, don’t play with that
I murder the pussy a maniac
Wonder in where in god’s name is your lady at
If my girl find out she won’t take me back
Bro, my head spinnin like a merry-go
Entertain me, booty shakin baby there we go
I’m a boss thats real nigga protocol
Blame it on the alcohol girl imma have it all
Woah!

[Chorus: Khaos Official]
Even though we fifty deep we still goin deeper
Climbin the hill, still gettin steeper
When you fall come back to me grim reaper
If you could imagine, I’m a believer
You stickin to the script I’m experiment beaker
My music too hot, like it got a fever
In the top twelve Olympics like Demeter
Ice so cold, don’t need a freezer

[Outro: Khaos Official]
Even though we fifty deep we still goin deeper
Climbin the hill, still gettin steeper
When you fall come back to me grim reaper
If you could imagine, I’m a believer
You stickin to the script I’m experiment beaker
My music too hot, like it got a fever
In the top twelve Olympics like Demeter
Ice so cold, don’t need a freezer