Testo Fuck Drill - Digga D
Testo della canzone Fuck Drill (Digga D), tratta dall'album Back To Square One
I don't like drill no more it's tired, cah bare man liars
If you lot saw my priors, you'll call me Michael Myers
I went round there on bike
Something got punched and it weren't my tyres
You ain't seen waps get hired
And in a blink of the eye get fired
This car ain't got no tints I'm risking it
This fish bowl ain't got little fish in it
I had fish in the rex finished whisking it
Pyrex whip put my wrist in it
Whip
Whipping it
Whip
Whipping it
Whip
Whipping it
I whip, do you get the gist of it?
Custard cream, ball in her tongue
Still can't suck like the bourbon one
If she don't suck dick, then talking dumb
Better leave this crib when morning come
Can't bring no wotless gyal to the bit
Man give her some dick in the bando
Her mum still calls me a jancro
Heard her bussing it down on my zanco
I ain't nothing like them, why would I lie?
Make corn connect to his chest like Wi-Fi
I never touched his girl, side eye
A lot of man don't like me and it's likewise
Ugh, ick he's making me sick
Telling the world that I fucked his bitch
"I never fucked his bitch"
I got a wife at home, what you tryna do?
Ruin my relationship?
If you ain't got me move from side a man
Jump out now with the nine and bine a man
See a man climb up the wall like Spider-Man
Extendo but we need a frying pan
16 shots in the glee, but I was 16 when * doing snipergang
Jump out the whip and swipe a man
Flick my ching then swing and knife a man
If you ain't got me move from side a man
Jump out now with the nine and bine a man
See a man climb up the wall like Spider-Man
Extendo but we need a frying pan
16 shots in the glee, but I was 16 when * doing snipergang
Jump out the whip and swipe a man
Flick my ching then swing and knife a man
I took headshots with the canon
And took pictures for that grub that I'm slanging
Black magic on go I'm a pro, I'm a savage
Saw the pana turn sonic they don't want to turn cabbage
How you gone say I ain't been ...
Went on my J without Jessie or Lingard
Bro told me come I'm gonna mash up the pindar
Still went again in the ten let the ting bark
You ain't let your darg bark, why you woofing on the P?
But it's a double R what I'm pushing
This talks just pillow my block got cushion
These Bottega boots ain't got no puss in
Pitbull
Let me out the cage
Let me of the leash
Ima bark without hearing a whistle
Free bro got nicked with the whistle
Silencer screwed in the front of the pistol
If you ain't got me move from side a man
Jump out now with the nine and bine a man
See a man climb up the wall like Spider-Man
Extendo but we need a frying pan
16 shots in the glee, but I was 16 when * doing snipergang
Jump out the whip and swipe a man
Flick my ching then swing and knife a man
You ain't ain't fouled down teeth like your getting veneers
Kept cheffing these brehs, so they're sick of jereers
I don't care if he's scared, cry me a river
I'll leave that swimming in tears
Try run up the apple and pears
Made a box of toys no innocent brehs
Short of a sheet in a street leave it there
Moved out got the * yutes living in fear
She suck cock on her knees, little East ting
If she don't beat straight away then I'm leaving
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Writer(s): Rhys Herbert, Louis Mbikakeu
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