She ask if i deep sea dive
Bitch that Scuba Steve
Off the ball pick corner pocket
Bitch that Scuba Steve
Heard that fire out the truck
Who dat
Scuba Steve
They tryna get on this splash sauce cause Scuba Steve
Splash brother Klayson game free no mason
Still on my preaching tip
Selling holy words for a nice cent
On a power trip no Cole world shit
A cold lil flip that's on my hands
Went into business wit my wit myself
Outcome is bands
Call me Dr.Lee control the sounds a step next to the major leagues
New name sonic for all this gold bout to drop
Got rid of the hoes call the wife for the top
Slot pop this shit that clutch
Remember keep them things stuff crust
Goldy locks this dick crack yeah that gold dust
Tryna get this shit moving like the gold rush
Jogging and biking marathons
Big bucks no wammys
Granny my date to the Grammy's
Misunderstood so some of y'all might understand me
Hit her wit that stroke made her Yelp
Damn Scuba Steve
Smoking and stroking securing high SATS
Give me one good hour and you won't ever leave
Went Iverson on y'all sum up my sleeve
Jack Bart - Scuba Steve Lyrics
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She ask if i deep sea dive
Bitch that Scuba Steve
Off the ball pick corner pocket
Bitch that Scuba Steve
Heard that fire out the truck
Who dat
Scuba Steve
They tryna get on this splash sauce cause Scuba Steve
Splash brother Klayson game free no mason
Still on my preaching tip
Selling holy words for a nice cent
On a power trip no Cole world shit
A cold lil flip that's on my hands
Went into business wit my wit myself
Outcome is bands
Call me Dr.Lee control the sounds a step next to the major leagues
New name sonic for all this gold bout to drop
Got rid of the hoes call the wife for the top
Slot pop this shit that clutch
Remember keep them things stuff crust
Goldy locks this dick crack yeah that gold dust
Tryna get this shit moving like the gold rush
Jogging and biking marathons
Big bucks no wammys
Granny my date to the Grammy's
Misunderstood so some of y'all might understand me
Hit her wit that stroke made her Yelp
Damn Scuba Steve
Smoking and stroking securing high SATS
Give me one good hour and you won't ever leave
Went Iverson on y'all sum up my sleeve
Bitch that Scuba Steve
Off the ball pick corner pocket
Bitch that Scuba Steve
Heard that fire out the truck
Who dat
Scuba Steve
They tryna get on this splash sauce cause Scuba Steve
Splash brother Klayson game free no mason
Still on my preaching tip
Selling holy words for a nice cent
On a power trip no Cole world shit
A cold lil flip that's on my hands
Went into business wit my wit myself
Outcome is bands
Call me Dr.Lee control the sounds a step next to the major leagues
New name sonic for all this gold bout to drop
Got rid of the hoes call the wife for the top
Slot pop this shit that clutch
Remember keep them things stuff crust
Goldy locks this dick crack yeah that gold dust
Tryna get this shit moving like the gold rush
Jogging and biking marathons
Big bucks no wammys
Granny my date to the Grammy's
Misunderstood so some of y'all might understand me
Hit her wit that stroke made her Yelp
Damn Scuba Steve
Smoking and stroking securing high SATS
Give me one good hour and you won't ever leave
Went Iverson on y'all sum up my sleeve
Writer: Keante Hopkins
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