Back to Top

Fava Beans (feat. Powda Kush & Black Daniels) Video (MV)






Digital Gringo - Fava Beans (feat. Powda Kush & Black Daniels) Lyrics




Let's get down to the real nitty gritty
Suckin' on this blunt like it was a big ole titty
I don't puff puff pass so you aren't getting any
Hip hops lochness now gimme tree fitty
That psycho thick bitch Brotha Lynch
Baptized thug life in Nickatina's hymns
Don't hate you ain't worth your weight in shit
Just lame Kevin James fat shamed by Hitch
Splashed water on the mirror to summon bloody mary
She appeared and disappeared like I'm the one that's scary
That's too bad bitch cuz those hips are child bearing
You can't run you can't hide from your huckleberry
I'm the hash slinging slasha Scranton strangler
Cryptozoic skin walker Texas ranger
Spirit flowin through you when you bump this banger
Passion of the anti Christ, baby boomer slayer

Get low like my self esteem
And I'll clap that ass like a tambourine
Get low hello Clarice
Can I eat that ass with some fava beans

Never heard a beat like this
So I might just spit
Some incredible shit
Like I'm Jack Jack bitch
With the flame on my skin
And I never forget to commit all my sins
Hey why not? They're all paid for
Heaven on credit and I got a great score
Coughing on clouds I arrived to the gates
Judas couldn't make it. I'll slide in his placed
Me, Peter, Paul we were walkin to the mall
Saw a hoe named Mary with a robe and a shawl
What have we here? A present for me
A pretty little angel to sit on my tree
I wanted to see if she'd pull on my candle
I wanted the heat at the tip of my candle
Before I could even ask for a sample
God said "Black Daniels!"

Get low like my self esteem
And I'll clap that ass like a tambourine
Get low hello Clarice
Can I eat that ass with some fava beans

Digital Gringo don't roll off the tongue
But I'll melt in your mouth like fillet mignon
You know who I am baby don't act dumb
Weren't you moaning my name at the top of your lungs
Killin' the mic so call me Conrad Murry
With a flurry of flows so fast they're blurry
Shit's so bland and the pot the needs stirring
But your hands in your ass like Bert and Ernie
Digit's so legit it get's your panties in a bunch
Then I get your bitch to drip like soggy captain crunch
Button mashin' the one two falcon punch
All while dressed like a white dad eating brunch
My mom would probably say "Digit why would you say that?"
Well mother dear you know Digit don't play dat
It's not my fault these other rappers suck like a Maytag
I rapped this shit, one take and never listen to the playback
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Let's get down to the real nitty gritty
Suckin' on this blunt like it was a big ole titty
I don't puff puff pass so you aren't getting any
Hip hops lochness now gimme tree fitty
That psycho thick bitch Brotha Lynch
Baptized thug life in Nickatina's hymns
Don't hate you ain't worth your weight in shit
Just lame Kevin James fat shamed by Hitch
Splashed water on the mirror to summon bloody mary
She appeared and disappeared like I'm the one that's scary
That's too bad bitch cuz those hips are child bearing
You can't run you can't hide from your huckleberry
I'm the hash slinging slasha Scranton strangler
Cryptozoic skin walker Texas ranger
Spirit flowin through you when you bump this banger
Passion of the anti Christ, baby boomer slayer

Get low like my self esteem
And I'll clap that ass like a tambourine
Get low hello Clarice
Can I eat that ass with some fava beans

Never heard a beat like this
So I might just spit
Some incredible shit
Like I'm Jack Jack bitch
With the flame on my skin
And I never forget to commit all my sins
Hey why not? They're all paid for
Heaven on credit and I got a great score
Coughing on clouds I arrived to the gates
Judas couldn't make it. I'll slide in his placed
Me, Peter, Paul we were walkin to the mall
Saw a hoe named Mary with a robe and a shawl
What have we here? A present for me
A pretty little angel to sit on my tree
I wanted to see if she'd pull on my candle
I wanted the heat at the tip of my candle
Before I could even ask for a sample
God said "Black Daniels!"

Get low like my self esteem
And I'll clap that ass like a tambourine
Get low hello Clarice
Can I eat that ass with some fava beans

Digital Gringo don't roll off the tongue
But I'll melt in your mouth like fillet mignon
You know who I am baby don't act dumb
Weren't you moaning my name at the top of your lungs
Killin' the mic so call me Conrad Murry
With a flurry of flows so fast they're blurry
Shit's so bland and the pot the needs stirring
But your hands in your ass like Bert and Ernie
Digit's so legit it get's your panties in a bunch
Then I get your bitch to drip like soggy captain crunch
Button mashin' the one two falcon punch
All while dressed like a white dad eating brunch
My mom would probably say "Digit why would you say that?"
Well mother dear you know Digit don't play dat
It's not my fault these other rappers suck like a Maytag
I rapped this shit, one take and never listen to the playback
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Colton Young, Karliann Atwell, Marcus Curtis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


Tags:
No tags yet