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Digga D - Wasted ft. ArrDee (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Digga D
Digga D
Vocals
ArrDee
ArrDee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rhys Herbert
Rhys Herbert
Songwriter
Riley Davis
Riley Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Finn Wigan
Finn Wigan
Producer
Jacob Manson
Jacob Manson
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Don't get it twisted, you know My dad's from East Which makes me a real geezer, fella Someone get me a fucking Stella (yo) Get me white boy wasted (yeah) Get me lit, get me pissed, get me faded Get the condoms, get the gyal dem naked Want the long john, it's the dick that she tasting Now she hot like a basin Don't say it, just save it All my shoes got laces Don't make badman blaze it (yeah) Anytime that I jump on a beat like this Gotta shout AJ 'cah that flow is his Every other day, I get stopped by CIDs Still mix Amnesia weed with cigs (The ammi smells) This the loudest there is, is I just snuck in my nizz, don't make me lock the ting, it's a chizz Bubble that, double that, juggle that Double back, double tap, rubble that Shuffle back, unzip the duffle bag Now-now he's in trouble, akh, shovel that Ps from the trap, I don't trouble that Put down a hunnid racks JSav, that's my brother that, brother that We ain't cheffing, bro, we're gunnin' that, gunnin' that I-I ain't cheffing you, I shoot, I-I shoot my gun If you try to run, I'm kweffing you, I-I shoot my gun I ain't cheffing you, I shoot, I-I shoot my gun If you try to run, I'm kweffing you, I-I shoot my gun Hey, it's the morning, I'm still drunk, buss it, aight? Ayy White boy wasted crew and we roll in cars Wreckin' 'em like they're stolen Barbies, bleach blonde, Phil Foden Makin' 'em scream that it's comin' home and that (and that) I told Digga to roll with that (with that) 'Cause I'm so fuckin' off my nut I might just lack I don't shoot no wap, beer bottles get smashed So let's have it (let's have it) You don't wanna party with ArrDee, none of 'em hack it (none) It's litty for really, it's silly, if you got a drink and I see it, I'll back it (back) Necking it off, just like the gyal in my bed that I've got Turn up with tugs and geezers', the lot My own family think I've lost the plot, I don't give a toss Leave the girl breathing heavy Easy, steady (it's bait) I don't know about stayin' out late, 'cause I party 'til the sun rises, boy Have the cab man screaming It's litty for really, a whole bag of noise The vibes in the room but Digga's too loose Heard man say I-I ain't cheffing you, I shoot, I-I shoot my gun If you try to run, I'm kweffing you, I-I shoot my gun I ain't cheffing you, I shoot, I-I shoot my gun If you try to run, I'm kweffing you, I-I shoot my gun
Writer(s): Divjot Abhol, Finn Wigan, Jacob Oliver Manson, Jodie Henderson, Rhys Herbert, Riley Jason Davies, Tafazwa Tawonezvi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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