Lyrics 6+4 - Digga D

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What's that?
Cali?
In the studio with bro, smoking crow and it's Cali
If the cats swarm, careful of the obor, he's a bally
White tee on moving John Wayne with a swammy
Two-on-two at the Tesco, three-on-three at the alley
Four-fours in the bag, half a B of the strally
Five-fives, that's the inches when he flinches from the Sammy
Six sixes, I was seven plus seven with the ammi
All facts, bro had to bank it up like it was Hali
She came to my crib for a session, Kane West for the wood
She ain't shy, takes Charlie for the nose, the coke's good
I just hope that it's the same when I wash it and it should
'Cause if not, I ain't putting mediocre in my hood
When I'm playing with the yola, baking soda, let it cook
Real pain, no shame, I heard you're nyaming out the puss
I put white in my city, I'm a shepherd in the bush
Push a something in your tea, bleach the flicky, stay shush
I don't know about connies no more, straight cash
Had to catch up like Heinz, left the banger, where's the mash?
In the pen like ink, in the bin like trash
If the buj coming good, mix the buj with the bash
Roll it up, let me light it, no diet, feeling frass
I won't rise it, I'm not fryin', no lyin', I'ma crash
I'm, I'm, I'ma crash
Dead it like a zoot, hit a roach, leave him ash
Ring, ring, that's Alan, that's bellin' me
Yo, Alan, what you tellin' me?
More time that nigga scoring like a penalty
S-s-six-on-four, no shorts, that's 70
S-s-six-on-four, no shorts, that's 70
S-s-six-on-four, no shorts, that's 70
S-s-six-on-four, no shorts, that's 70
S-s-six-on-four, no shorts, that's 70
Just got a shot for a two and a daughter
Come a long way from a quarter
Just came money, cash Ps on the corner
Just put thirty grams of majj on a fauner
Could've put forty, didn't wanna stretch it
Light though, man's still happy with the Z bit
Could've just peb'd it, dropped it on my nigga for a rack
I ain't runnin' him down, just hit me when you got the scratch
Far from rich, twenty quid in the crib
Eighteen, three chains, two sticks
One score, five jibs, two clips
Four-four, three stacks and it kicks
OT drop packs, two trips
Went jail, took an L, went six bags down
Done a year, came out on a search for a town
Let me just turn on my Grove ting
In one week, made it do a stack a day, no boastin'
Don't raid the olders, they ain't got waps
Consign a few and never saw my shit back, tramps
Lesson learned, not a loss
Went four bags down the other day, but I firmed it like a boss
I ain't boxin' like McGregor, I'm with Freddie, leave him pourin'
If the tourist hits him, even ja wouldn't cure him
Told the driver, "Don't stop, there's too much buju in the foreign
" In a Benz like Spragget smoking chronics and we tourin'
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