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letra de fuck drill - digga d

i don’t like drill no more, it’s tired
cah bare man liars
if you lot saw my priers
you’ll call me michael myers
i went round there on bike, suttin got punctured it weren’t my tires
you ain’t seen waps get hired, and in a blink of an eye get fired
this car ain’t got no tints, i’m risking it
this fishbowl ain’t got little fish in it
i had the fish in the rex finish whisking it
pyrex whip with my wrist in it
whip, whipping it, whip, whipping it, whip, whipping it i whip, do you get the jist of it?
custard cream, ball in her tongue stalk up, suck like the bourbon one
if she don’t suck d-ck
then talking dumb better leave this crib when morning comе
can’t bring no worthless gal to the bit, man get hеr some d-ck in the bando
her mum still calls me a jankro, heard her busting it down on my zanco
i ain’t nothing like them, i would eye line make corn connect to his chest like wifi
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 i f-cked his b-tch
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 a 9 and bine a man
see a man climb up the wall like spiderman
extendo, but we need a frying pan
sixteen shots in the glee but i was sixteen in – in sniper gang
jump up the roof and swipe a man
flip my ching then swing and knife a man
if you ain’t got me move from side a man
jump out now with a 9 and bine a man
see a man climb up the wall like spiderman
extendo, but we need a frying pan
sixteen shots in the glee but i was sixteen in – in sniper gang
jump up the roof and swipe a man
flip my ching then swing and knife a man

look yo
i took headshots with a cannon and took pictures for the grub that im slanging
black magic, on go, i’m a pro i’m a savage
s??? on it they didn’t wanna turn cabbage
how you gonna say i ain’t binz hard
went on my j without jesse or lingard
bro told me, come, i’m gonna mash up the pindar
still win again in the 10, let the 10 buck
you ain’t let your dog bark while you whoopin’ on the p
bot it’s a double o, what i’m pushin
thoughts just pillow on my block, got cushion
these botega boots ain’t got no p-ss in pitbull
let me out the cage, let me off the leash in my bark without hearing a whistle
free bro got knicked with a whistle silencer screwed on the front of the pistol

if you ain’t got me move from side a man
jump out now with a 9 and bine a man
see a man climb up the wall like spiderman
extendo, but we need a frying pan
sixteen shots in the glee but i was sixteen in – in sniper gang
jump up the roof and swipe a man
flip my ching then swing and knife a man
you ain’t far down t–th like you’re gettin’ vaneers
kept cheffin’ these brehs, so they sick of jerez
don’t care if he’s scared cry me a river, i’ll leave that swimmin’ in tears
twin try to run up the apple and pears
made a box of toys no innocent brears
short of a sheet in the street, leave it there moved out, got the bush streets livin’ in fear
she suck c-ck on her knees, lil’ east ting
if she don’t beat straight away, then i’m leavin’

(i’m gone, real f-cking definition of drill suck your mudda)

- digga d

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