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[Intro: Dig Dat &
Came a t'ick ting, left with a slim one
If suttin' gets dropped, then the beef might
up on her like darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng ones, one jarring, ayy her to move
Mazza,

Dig Dat & Loski]
Came with a t'ick ting, left with a one, just cut my ex ting loose
If suttin' gets dropped, the beef might stop but you know it can't end with truce
up on her like darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With darlings, two leng-leng ones, one jarring, ayy tell her to move

1: Dig Dat]
And this bitch ain't my type, she's raising her eye stop and stare
I got this one link, long hair, we roll to her crib and she's from 'round there
talk with a 1-2 ride, this 125's caught 1-2 guys
You know that your boo come tru' for pipe, she like "shoulda told me young, you lied"

[Verse 2:
Splash on me, think twice, do it
Got the other side looking like moshpit, broski popped it, whole day ruined
99 problems like Jay Z, we get shavey, out here
Can't hold my wap pretty lady, sorry baby, I just do it

[Verse 3: Dig
I got two bad B's from east, one slim, legs, hips and
They like off white on the side, I a Air Max with red zip ties
But this t-shirt matching my blade, it's black, you don't get your V neck sliced
Ten-ten got Ricky late, bad boy but your blikky's
You know it's trap 2, make sure my nittys don't detox
I'm on the corner trapping the 80's, do it like Biggie and D-Roc
Stack can't fit in my shoe box, remember when we had Rebooks
See opps, dishing out free shots, anytime we their block they speed off

[Chorus: Dig Dat &
Came with a t'ick ting, left with a slim one, just cut my ex loose
If gets dropped, then the beef might stop but you know it can't end with truce
Pull up on her like darling, Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng ones, one jarring, ayy her to move
Came with a t'ick ting, left with a slim one, just cut my ex ting
If suttin' gets dropped, then the beef stop but you know it can't end with truce
Pull up on her darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two ones, one jarring, ayy tell her to move

[Verse 4:
DSquared, LV, bit of Fendi, kid so they gyal wan' sex me
Don't on the block, just bet me, I'mma splash this yute if you let me
more than 5 on kicks, what's wrong with these pricks? Got more than Jet Li
Must've saw Anwar, never met me, in school when I was with
In a VIP, nuff gyal on me, too bad I can't help this
SD with me, two G's with me, shell so hotels get
See in the field, get messy
Them yutes lying, we hotstep and get pressy
Deadly, run for their life, they're

5: Dig Dat]
Plain white T on my ironing board, you I gotta press out the crease
Skin fade with new J's, this dust on the floor just out my fleece
I just out the trap with Dave, I always let him test out a piece
But this flake no less than a 8, that's slate, ten-ten got the in the streets
Plus 21 on losses, lost that privilege, PS2
Spilt paint on all 4 pockets, call these DSQ's
a hundred percent all cotton, mask on, witness, can't see through
It's a hundred all cotton, mask on, witness, can't see through

[Chorus: Dig Dat &
Came with a t'ick ting, left with a slim one, just cut my ex ting
If suttin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop but you know it can't end with
up on her like darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng ones, one jarring, ayy tell her to