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don't slip - digdat lyrics

don’t slip lyrics
[intro]
sound to your mind
hey, wait a minute * madara

rrr*rrr
raindrops, gunshots
raindrops and gunshots
put the sun down, drill up the drop*top

[chorus]
young, rich and i’m gettin’ gwop
man’s giving your b*tch back shots (uh)
two new chains made by shyne, they both came vv’d off (shyne)
all day i was doing 0.1’s but i, f*cked up my scale they weren’t on point
and i pressured them, could never be opps when they ever scored no points

i’m poppin’ the door in any foreign (pop them doors)
that’s me, two ap’s on one wrist
she got the biggest back that i seen (big)
so i pulled up, let me say something (skrr)
two*fifty on my car (two*fifty)
and the jakes try stop me (what thеy doin?)
black amiri, put this bl!cky in her bra
my girl said that she got me (aight)
stеp out on wass, stab man up
you know that we get it done properly (ching, ching)
twist my knife, all in your chest
me, i love a kitchen one, not a zombie
i’m like jason, born to k!ll
from a yout i didn’t choose this path (nah)
double r, man’s cruising past
rap now, i live like a super star
i’m a double g so i wrap my mash in silk, it’s a gucci scarf
come to the yard, i d*ck her down
and send her the uber fast (she’s gone)
rose gold pattern on my wrist
it’s all baguettes with the faces
sometimes i think why they’re watching me (look)
more time i forget i’m famous

[chorus]
young, rich and i’m gettin’ gwop (sound to your mind)
man’s giving your b*tch back shots
two new chains made by shyne, they both came vv’d off (shyne)
all day i was doing 0.1’s but i, f*cked up my scale they weren’t on point (hey, wait a minute)
and i pressured them, could never be opps when they ever scored no points

thirteen racks on my grills
but it’s only cuh i’m a rapper
wd let me clean these t**th
cuh i’ve really been using my arm and hammer (gleaming)
sixty racks on my closet
nothin’ worn twice it’s obvious (nothin)
bro try slap man live in the mains, it’s obvious
it’s way too bait (what you doin?)

still shoot on risky roadz like novelist
do it on any estate
bro just snapped them turk, them hostage
then we went show and made them moshpits
get a nine bar, watched how i botched this
diamonds on my neck they’re frosted (ice)
if she peng, i don’t care what the cost is (nah)
and i pull up in a porsche
i don’t care if i crash this
tell them hold the deposit

- digdat lyrics

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