it Wayne's scorching, I'll applaud him If he keep going, pass the torch to him 50 came through like hurricanes do I thought I'd finish his ass at Summer
digital Shorty check the dashboard in my lambo and it's digital Digital digital everything digital Shorty look at my watch and I bet that thing digital Digital digital everything digital Digital digital
your cup? That's not what I would call real love What's in your red cup? What's in the red cup? [Verse 2:] So can you tell me why it looks like summer
I'm Just A Grass Hopper Attracted To All Green Now Listen To Al Green To Bring out The Old Days Wishing OG's Was Still Stuck Into They Old Ways No Snitches No Bitching Getting Digits
if she acted up as if I was her mother [???] And when she tried to run away I set the dogs on her Kept her locked down from the fall to the summer [
Right now, I'm about to shake and bake(kick it) Shake and bake Once again we're taking over The d-flow pimp rovers The one who bent your summer
(Wale) I promised Ricky and Milly that I'ma kill it Running throughout them digits, and Dollars on me I'm on it I'm running I'm so 100 with every nigga
y'all niggaz eager to die? I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave with a dime, motherfucker I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
your deck, this dope We iced up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos [Verse 6: Powda] Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them digits Cause I'ma hustle till
So what ever you want girl yeah you can holler Cause you know I aint stingy with the digits If you thinking you can get it All you giving its your digits
spot, you just ackrite, you knahmsayin'? When I yank you by the fuckin' perm Don't be lookin' at a nigga crazy Just get with the digits and be the fuck
win And if you goin' in put your hands in the air make em stay there... [DJ Khaled] Sittin' on the top floor What you think I'm hot for Every summer
is in a stoope 'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa love Winter time, I'm heated why they frigid Lenox ave boy working with 8 digits Summer
cause talk is cheap So dunn stay silent Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent When it comes to beef it becomes a talent Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice Digital
cause it weigh a hella lot mo' You can smell the residue and the fumes from next do' Ughhh, turf superstar, microwaves and pickle jars Portable digital
Yeah it's Bobby Digital Just floatin over The City I came across this, this, this black man He was talkin about look down below Sure of yourself risin
What's up for today, I'm tryin' to kick it, know the homie wit it Soup up my dog, we hittin' corners, gettin' seven digits 'Cuz they come out when the
in the tires little package is gone Might I spend a good deal with these Firestones? I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers For the buyers chromosomes, I got summers