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Digga D
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Digga D
Digga D
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Chucks
Chucks
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Chucks
Chucks
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Yo Look 200 on a Richard Mille, I'm him for real I know that's it's a sin to kill, but pussy it's the principal Forgot that I'm a criminal Just touch it, I get physical To me that's light change, to them it's financially mythical That's why these haters miserable I walk into the mansion backwards, it's traditional Queens cook and clean, I only ask them for the minimal Its hard to copy me I'm unpredictable You know I see the influence, these niggas unoriginal I'm cutting through Vauxhall with the Urus in Corsa Used to re-up 7 grams, now my whip cost a quarter Six feet, I'll put you there I don't care if you're taller, I aint fighting with you & Sit in a sauna I aint really got no rapper friends, I don't chat to them Im a gangster, why am I linking with a bag of men Send me a bag of gyal & watch me handle them And they like real street niggas, so don't hang with gems I got things to do today, so tell me if you're DTF Paying cash to smash, so surely I can get some BTS Playing hard to get i dropped a cheque, we call that easy sex I'm flying private with the best, the rest of them take Easy Jet She told me get me lit before she let me hit the puss Get some rubbers, get a smart-whip, get some alcohol or snus And watch her, *clap clap clap clap clap* now she aint stoush Tell Mr man to fix his face before I fix it for him Left your table coz your boring, They're with us until the morning She caught a flight, but don't want pipe I won't ask twice, she knows she's weird for that Waiting aint gone turn you to a wife but she aint hearing that The endz split, its shit here Aint nothing going on, I tried to cut From this dead ends, but this is where I belong You aint did nothing for your dead friends But put them in a song You know thats wrong You can't do that if you grew up where I'm from I don't hide I love to fly Calm down, I'm just that guy I spent 60 in Dubai Calm down, I'm just that guy She said I hit it, thats a lie Calm down, I'm just that guy I'll turn his head red, play with me and die I'm just that guy I got things to do today, so tell me if you're DTF Paying cash to smash, so surely I can get some BTS Playing hard to get I dropped a cheque We call that easy sex I'm flying private with the best, The rest of them take Easy Jet She told me get me lit before she let me hit the puss Get some rubbers, get a smart-whip, get some alcohol or snus And watch her, *clap clap clap clap clap* now she aint stoush Watch her *clap clap clap clap clap* now she aint stoush
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