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huh? w/mannyily - digbar lyrics

[hook: mannyily]
into the back of the crib, i be smacking the booty, that sh*t finna bounce (yah)
i got the .45 drum, if you see me outside make you jump out the house (manny shut up)
i’m over checking the [?] and i just got a glock with like 500 rounds
they look at me for a show, if i show up, you know that we shutting it down
you telling guys in the city, whatever, on god, i’m moving the pounds
i let my b*tch hold my chain for a second, i’m thinking that bih finna drown
i see my money growing, i need me some bigger and bigger amounts
everyone know i be owing, i talk on the mic, i’ma fly off the ground

[verse: mannyily]
i’ma just go for my cup
i know when that sh*t for fun
i’m getting ratchet, i’m not
how much i got, like a bunch
i wish like me, i’ma munch
i take this b*tch thеn i run
glock on me, can with a drum
rich ass like b*tch you a bomb
rocking margiela my fit whеn i step by the glass man that sh*t finna
cooking that magical sh*t in the crib and i feel like the wizard of oz
i’ma jump out the books, straight to a test, i would jump out the car like a frog
all of these robbers be barking, no bite and i call up my b*tch like a dog

[verse: digbar]
i’ma handle that box like a u*haul
d*ck on her head, she woke up and saw two b*lls
n*gga try tell me he f*ck on my hoe
i told him i still hit it first like a cue ball
i got plenty more b*tches, i ain’t worried bout that
she suck me up, i be calling her count drac
all of this money need help when i count that
if i fall off, i’ma instantly bounce back
man, this b*tch trying to talk about her day
man, if you don’t just show me them cheeks
they call me the big d*ck butcher, the way i be throwing this motherf*cking meat
digbar really nice, i’m going to the top and y’all seem scared of heights
i live for the hype, i ain’t with the fights
but i’ll punch my d*ck in your wife and then knock out her lights
like, b*tch, i’m in here with manny
we ducking like danny next year
man, they better have me at the grammy
it ain’t even close to october
yo, b*tch at my door trying to knock like i’m giving out candy
she said my d*ck big and i be taking her b*tt so she calling me big d*ck randy
and i keep a handful of condoms cause i ain’t going to hit that b*tch raw these sh*ts come in handy
it’s digbar d*ck longer than a school day
i’m the champ, y’all ain’t make it out of pool play
sweatpants crocs on, it’s a cool day
court side chi town watch the bulls play
manny and digbar, we goated
i don’t know how these n*ggas ain’t noticed
i don’t write sh*t but on god i’m a poet
off the top like i already know it

[hook: mannyily]
into the back of the crib, i be smacking the booty, that sh*t finna bounce
i got the .45 drum, if you see me outside make you jump out the house
i’m over checking the [?] and i just got a glock with like 500 rounds
they look at me for a show, if i show up, you know that we shutting it down
you telling guys in the city, whatever, on god, i’m moving the pounds
i let my b*tch hold my chain for a second, i’m thinking that bih finna drown
i see my money growing, i need me some bigger and bigger amounts
everyone know i be owing, i talk on the mic, i’ma fly off the ground

- digbar lyrics

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