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yeah u digg - fxxxxy lyrics

[intro]
yeah, icy in this b*tch, ya feel me?
omar in this b*tch, you feel me?
no cap, cc
my pops was in the military, you feel me? pops was a marine

[verse 1]
all the diamonds came in black
before we hang up on the phone we say “slatt” n*gga
made my b*tch get a taliban tat n*gga
odell beckham, yeah, the watch cost six figures
balenciaga super soaker, get your block hit up
i just f*cked a groupie throat up then i hit her chest up
we gon’ hang up out the window ’cause we stick together
sound like juvenile, get your b*tch set up
send her to the graveyard, we got vendettas
he just socked the teacher wife, he don’t know better
yeah, he sipping on a pint in the continental
f*cker her mouth upright before the dinner
b*tches don’t know how to splash, yeah, i splash more than yo b*tch
even the preacher gang band, we f*cked up in this sh*t, yeah
under my mama’s bed, there’s a mask and a clip
got a boujee b*tch and i taught her how to sit
i’ll bang the set on barbara walters, give a sh*t
kaine in this b*tch, i’m a menace, get you tipped, yeah
lil’ n*gga look like ti, he with the sh*ts, yeah
make the glock sound like (hi*hat sound effect), you a b*tch, yeah
i got german shepherds but i speak to them in french, yeah
feel like cardi b, yeah, i’m pretty than a b*tch, yeah
i went out of bounds and bought a ring, she used to strip, yeah
if her phone ring then i’m f*cking all her friends, yeah
[chorus]
yeah, ya dig?
100,000 for a bust down, yeah, ya dig?
got your location pinned down, yeah, ya dig?
know it’s smoke if you come around, yeah, ya dig?
200 on the watch, yeah, ya dig?
she’s truna f*ck everybody on the guestlist
went to ig and counted for my ex*b*tch
20,000, 30,000, hold up, wait a sec

[verse 2]
she’s tryna bet the house on me, that’s a safe bet
i just f*cked her friend in leather with no latex
we’ll wet up usher ’bout all them confessions
yeah, fxxxxy waka flocka with the gucci, yeah
all these diamonds, better refer to me as a sp*ce cadet
get your chin check by a n*gga in louis rags
gucci shoes leave a print in your goofy ass
my n*gga in school, he kept a strap like a hall pass
rub my d*ck on your b*tch face like it’s carmex
setbacks, run that, run past
underestimate a real n*gga, that’s where you fall at
i done got so many calls this week and i ain’t call back
adios, i’m in my zone
send a code to cross you out the loop in my interlude
f*ck it, i ain’t talking no more
write it on an envelope
eenie, meanie, minie, more
you don’t know what time we on
n*gga, i got a mill’ on it that, n*gga, we rock designer more
you can bet a mill’ on it, and we ain’t spill nothing
ichiban don, i had a will and put some wheels on it
y’all n*ggas tat anime
we got some tears on us
cartier bib on me
look at how it’s sitting on me
i did it my way
carlito, i’m all regal
two things i ain’t stressed about, b*tches and small people
rapstars, f*ck rockstars, my n*ggas’ all illegal
i ain’t never gave a f*ck about none of the f*cking beatles
all my dogs sipping on lean look like they hit the needle
f*ck guns n’ roses, at the funeral we had guns and roses
new to the block, oh, sh*t, we call that green day
blink*182 two times when they notice your watch face
[chorus]
yeah, ya dig?
100,000 for a bust down, yeah, ya dig?
got your location pinned down, yeah, ya dig?
know it’s smoke if you come around, yeah, ya dig?
200 on the watch, yeah, ya dig?
she’s truna f*ck everybody on the guestlist
went to ig and counted for my ex*b*tch
20,000, 30,000, hold up, wait a sec

- fxxxxy lyrics

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