Testo Bentayga - DigDaT
Testo della canzone Bentayga (DigDaT), tratta dall'album Bentayga
(Squeeze it off then go and burn these Palm Angels)
(Got the same as-)
(And it's-and it's-and it's white like Dylan)
In this-in this Bentayga in the back, got a bad B tryna unbutton her blouse
Blicky and a Bottega bag, but she just want dick in her mouth
No emoji, wink and bust when I close one eye, it's fatal (whoosh)
Sweaty palm when I squeeze it off (squeeze it, squeeze it) then go and burn these Palm Angels
Said they-said they want smoke, but nah, though
Thousands all on thirds
Fendi, I don't go Ferragamo
Got a shot for a golden brown
Bro blend that in, no Nescafe, peng like Latto (peng)
Rah, empty or out this ride, where the fuck did the car go (where you goin'?)
I'm tryna hit 'em up like 2Pac (hit that up)
Shells above the rim where the arch go (boom)
This hoe know she a fan
In my whip, no opps is gettin' run in this car plate (never)
And my yard get boomed again, I was bakin' off in a bed with Sade (sleepin')
That's a next investigation pendin' analysis
Paro dates and a panelist
Probation and mapper slips (aw)
Last night, uptown and ticks and a alchemist with activist
Tipsy, my aim still accurate
Deep cartridges in my cabinet (bap)
Tellin' my driver, "Spin", he's takin' a turns on accident (bro spin it)
Bro had to get him down, it was adamant
Bentayga in the back, got a bad B tryna unbutton her blouse (what's she doin'?)
Blicky and a Bottega bag, but she just want dick in her mouth
No emoji, wink and bust when I close one eye, it's fatal (whoosh)
Sweaty palm when I squeeze it off (squeeze it, squeeze it) then go and burn these Palm Angels
All these rocks in a ring, I feel like Gervonta (feel like)
Need me a song with Jay-Z, ratchet bitch, bro, she ain't no Beyoncé (muh)
MasterChef in the-in the kitchen, half a brick and it's white like Dylan
Coulda, I shoulda went Jummah, even though I know I'm still sinnin' (I know)
Look at my VV's, these ain't prong set (nah)
Like, went and got the same as Offset (yeah)
And my window had 'nough cobwebs
Now, which buss-down ain't man got yet? (Which one?)
Spreads on my arm, that's hella fifties and twenties
Put a hundred K on my jewels (put a hundred)
Rudeboy, I done it five times already
You know (you know) what you pay for your wrist, I spent on clothes? That's just this year
Swing my glove, do uppercuts (swing that), I ain't Amir
On tap, got grab on tap
Two hundred on my didgy dash (ski)
Let it sky, leave five-O on my hand when I open, reach in this bag (boy)
Ben-Ben-Ben-Bentayga in the back, got a bad B tryna unbutton her blouse
Blicky and a Bottega bag, but she just want dick in her mouth
No emoji, wink and bust when I close one eye, it's fatal (whoosh)
Sweaty palm when I squeeze it off (squeeze it, squeeze it) then go and burn these Palm Angels
Ben-Ben-Ben-Bentayga in the back, got a bad B tryna unbutton her blouse
Blicky and a Bottega bag, but she just want dick in her mouth
No emoji, wink and bust when I close one eye, it's fatal
Sweaty palm when I squeeze it off (squeeze it, squeeze it) then go and burn these Palm Angels
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Writer(s): Darren Diggs
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