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Ya Digg Video (MV)




Performed By: Dope Mack
Length: 1:51
Written by: Terrence Gordon II




Dope Mack - Ya Digg Lyrics
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Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Huh?
Huh?
I'm getting fresh
Fresh as a bih
Walk with a limp
Pockets on stiff
Pull up with sticks
Air that shit out
On you and ya clique
FYE!
FYE!
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Huh?
Huh?
Ya Digg what I'm saying
Run up dem bands
President tint I feel like the man
Getcho hoe off she all in my pants
She sucking my balls with spit on ha hand
A beast in the jungle I feel like Tarzan
Niggas they hate me I'm getting too much yen
I can't be faking it wunt in the plan
Don't you switch up when it fall in yo hand
Might stop in japan and spend my dead friends
I know I been sinning but I'll make amends
I heard you been talking it's time for revenge
No robbing my hood we pull out dem choppas and leave yo ass drenched (Ya Digg)
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Huh?
Huh?
I'm getting fresh
Fresh as a bih
Walk with a limp
Pockets on stiff
Pull up with sticks
Air that shit out
On you and ya clique
FYE!
FYE!
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Huh?
Huh?
My pockets on swole
No Lord of the Rings but I'm fit for the throne
Devil get off me no swiping my soul
Mack he too fly I'm cruising control
I need me a cane my money getting old
It's never gone fold
Racing the coupe no need for sport mode
Got bitches they calling like when you come home
I'm chasing that bag I'm stuck on the road YA DIGG!
Hurry up and reload YA DIGG!
Choppa run like yo nose YA DIGG!
Designer my toes and clothes
I look like the Pope
Professor when mixing the 4
Ice on my neck from the north pole
Niggas they lame they wanna get on
Turn this shit up we fina get thrown
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Huh?
Huh?
Ya Digg
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Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Huh?
Huh?
I'm getting fresh
Fresh as a bih
Walk with a limp
Pockets on stiff
Pull up with sticks
Air that shit out
On you and ya clique
FYE!
FYE!
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Huh?
Huh?
Ya Digg what I'm saying
Run up dem bands
President tint I feel like the man
Getcho hoe off she all in my pants
She sucking my balls with spit on ha hand
A beast in the jungle I feel like Tarzan
Niggas they hate me I'm getting too much yen
I can't be faking it wunt in the plan
Don't you switch up when it fall in yo hand
Might stop in japan and spend my dead friends
I know I been sinning but I'll make amends
I heard you been talking it's time for revenge
No robbing my hood we pull out dem choppas and leave yo ass drenched (Ya Digg)
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Huh?
Huh?
I'm getting fresh
Fresh as a bih
Walk with a limp
Pockets on stiff
Pull up with sticks
Air that shit out
On you and ya clique
FYE!
FYE!
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Huh?
Huh?
My pockets on swole
No Lord of the Rings but I'm fit for the throne
Devil get off me no swiping my soul
Mack he too fly I'm cruising control
I need me a cane my money getting old
It's never gone fold
Racing the coupe no need for sport mode
Got bitches they calling like when you come home
I'm chasing that bag I'm stuck on the road YA DIGG!
Hurry up and reload YA DIGG!
Choppa run like yo nose YA DIGG!
Designer my toes and clothes
I look like the Pope
Professor when mixing the 4
Ice on my neck from the north pole
Niggas they lame they wanna get on
Turn this shit up we fina get thrown
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Ya Digg
Huh?
Huh?
Ya Digg
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Writer: Terrence Gordon II
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