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Digga D
Vocals
M Huncho
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Digga D
Songwriter
M Huncho
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quincy Tellem
Producer
Lyrics
Quincytellem
I'm at your baby mother's crib
Walked down the stairs and I opened up the fridge
Get a capri sun, man I know that it's your kids
Sorry for the drama but his mama let me in
I like pistols, that's my shit
Don't need a switch
Finger real itchy I need physio again
Fuck her one time, now its cheerio again
619 your bitch, Rey Mysterio again
(Again)
Step daddy Digga
Handsome ass nigga
Private jet to Paris on the weekend for some dinner
20 bullets in my pistol, I ain't carrying a spinner
You know everything over here is bigger
I couldn't pick between them hoes
So I had them both
Why buy a bitch some flowers, she already got her own
Make her feel special buy her shoes and buy her clothes
Keep it on a low, I hope that we don't get exposed
I don't beef over women g, don't make me mad
Tell them chill, I don't wanna bun your baby dad
God if I told you I was trying, I'd be lying
'Cause you know that I'm the reason niggas
My hearts so cold, it must be frozen
I'd rather that, then give it to a little hoe and get it broken
So worried bout the back door
They left the windows open
I climbed in and bust the front door for my bros dem
I'm at your baby mother's crib
Walked down the stairs and I opened up the fridge
Get a capri sun, man I know that it's your kids
Sorry for the drama but his mama let me in
I like pistols, that's my shit
Don't need a switch
Finger real itchy I need physio again
Fuck her one time, now its cheerio again
619 your bitch, Rey Mysterio again
(Again)
Huncho (ah)
Bankrolls (ah)
In this house
Plants get cropped
45, don't get shot
(Don't get shot pussy)
Can't be my brudda if you snitched and you told
And I got some new teeth but I didn't need a mould
Oud on the cologne
Hoe thinks she can dig around
You wont get gold bitch
Used to dream for things
Then I went and got that
Trap house boom everyday of the week
And there's never really time when you call and we ain't got that
Ever since I clocked in
I ain't never clocked out
Still got brothers locked in
Time to let the tugs out
I was gonna leave the trap and fully go lidge
But I got my stash at your baby mums crib
I'm at your baby mother's crib
Walked down the stairs and I opened up the fridge
Get a capri sun, man I know that it's your kids
Sorry for the drama but his mama let me in
I like pistols, that's my shit
Don't need a switch
Finger real itchy I need physio again
Fuck her one time, now its cheerio again
619 your bitch, Rey Mysterio again
(Again)
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