Gotta keep my face down 'cuh Sini's kinda known I ain't wetting him once, I'm wetting him numerous times Remember that day, it was me, ZK, TY, and my bro Loose1 Catch me a opp then stab up his head Ain't got no patience, play for the pagans, man get smoked like trees

So I won't find a way to go burn that bridge Bros 'dem been hitting stains, my bros 'dem trap in the streets Ain't got no patience, play for the pagans, man get smoked like trees, Digga D (1011) - Play for the Pagans Lyrics, Alicia Keys - Empire State Of Mind (Part II) Lyrics, Mary Chapin Carpenter - It's Ok to Be Sad Lyrics, Holly Humberstone - Fake Plastic Trees Lyrics. While I flew to the town on pedal bike Think you know music? [Hook: Digga D] He let that go like, “It’s whatever, it’s whatever, it’s whatever” Duh, course I stole it Ain't got no patience, play for the pagans, man get smoked like trees

Told them “Don’t get comfy” 4 and a half, got bags of ball and dust, man slap it in 10s I dipped like 4 of them neeks Niggas know that I'm batty, want Kim Kardash'? He's wearing General's trackie and Trap Goes Dead is a fucking bum I'm going equipped, peds and whips, hand on hips Ask Unknown T, my celly Then ten toes back to the Grove

You was busy getting plaits Could never be me My bro wanna lurk on opps, so we go round there on a 125 I dipped like 4 of them neeks Who them man tryna draw out?

The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out Like ching man down on volts We got a big dilemma Five man dash back, might be a hashtag The last time I saw him, his chest got bored out I left the door on the latch [Verse 1: Digga D] Right thurr (Oh, yeah) Playlist, Written by: Chaniva Francis, Mozis P.aduu, Rhys Herbert. Heard there's a mash on sale, man cop that If I back my splash, he don't back it up Four door whip with serious members Who them man tryna draw out? Where? . Digga D Lyrics "No Diet" Ghosty Whip it, set it, flick it, cheff it Cop it, chop it, press it Cop it, lock it, sell it Rob it, fly it, drop it, dry it, it's there on demand, I supply it You know the coke ain't diet Your nose to the gun then buss, lean, lean with the gun like Russ White tent wanna lock off that estate Now I’m rolling, handgun, shots golden Lyrics to Woi by Digga D from the custom_album_6005405 album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more! Teewhiz got splashed and died, and I don't feel sorry for his mum The popo think it's us, 'cause it sure as hell ain't them And whenever the corn get buss, they kick up a fuss and blame my friends I’m about to go clear, See a opp right thurr More time I just smashed out packs in the ends

Back out my ting and make man swim

And go go bruck that dots, had her back bit open Misch and mash for the bread Young Revran two times, he's leaky

I swear that Anti got chinged MkThePlug & M1OnTheBeat And I stepped in a rave and a man got splashed Could never be me

MSkum in the back, that's a problem for these yutes Lyrics to Woi by Digga D from the custom_album_6005405 album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more! When I hopped off the ped, they did a 100 metre track Part 2: prod. No Tottenham but it came from a farm Ya see it? Ya see me? I dipped like 4 of them neeks Bruck down a 9 in flake, and whip it in Zs