| Lyrics: | Yeah
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
Rah Digga, Dirty Harriet, Yall
AAAAHHHH
Shit
Bricks
See me on the block with tha chromed out drop
Lambskin head to toe
bustin out my halter top
'Tight' rippin through tha hood
Blow up the whole spot
With tha
system
TV
?Foremon?
EASY!!
Working the scene on the quest for lime
green
Steady puffin on brown just for the time being
Battle raps on cock I get all up in
your ear
Trying to get a record deal, battling somebody famous
Pounds to my girls as we
slide up in the dance bar
Niggas in my grill like they really got a chance
Chicken heads
trying to front like they not Digga fans
Say fuck yall!!
Groupies
Do
Me
TRULY
Shittin on MC's, what I do for a living
Tight takin over spots like my
name was Robin Givins
Anybody got a beat, then they better keep it hittin
Retailers put your
fit in for the hottest chick spittin
[Hook]
This for my niggas and bitches makin
moves
By day you play it cool, by night you break fool
Say flood it, whip it, smoke it,
trick it
Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
This for my niggas and bitches makin
moves
By day you play it cool, by night you break fool
Say flood it up
FLOOD IT
UP
Whip it up
WHIP IT UP
Smoke it up
SMOKE IT UP
Trick it up
TRICK IT
UP
VIP area
Certain heads get in
Cats without wristbands steady trying to slip
in
Weed on delivery, everybody chip in
Dump it, roll it, spark it, smoke it
Ladies
where you at say 'Do you queen?'
Gotta krib, gotta whip, high heels, and tight jeans
My
straight thug bitches rock Tims and tattoos
After one or two drinks he ready to ACT
FOOL!!
Now, this for my r |
