Digga D - Chingy Lyrics


We outchea
Besta
Beja, besta
Tek off your dress
You know
Yo

Ayy, back your bro, don’t spectate
He watched when I digged out his best mate’s chestplate
White tent wanna lock off that estate
I bet say if corn get fling, that’s red tape (Yeah)
Violent, violent, let man tone it
I had shh and that like «Where’s my waps?»
Duh, course I stole it
She chat too much, made a next one hold it (Haha)
Told them «Don’t get comfy»
In Golborne, bruck that dots, had thе back bit open
Left in the rain, now thе sweets dem swollen
Now I’m rollin’, handgun, shots golden
Five door hatchback, lurk in the ‘Aves
Five man dash back, might be a hashtag
Lay low, bro just chinged up Fabz
Yo, I really wanna kill this gasbag
I told little stizzy to go be the lookout (Look)
Cah I ain’t tryna lose this telly
Ask Unknown T, my celly
If I had my man lookin’ like Nelly
I chinged my man on house block four
Turn that wing to a Hotspur (Done him up)
No Tottenham but it came from a farm
Same size as my arm, it’s a Mossberg

See a opp right there
And get chingy, chingy, chingy (Don’t leave him)
My gun dem with me, my gun den fi me
Give me my thingy and let me get flingy (Yeah)
Ya see it? Ya zimme? (Yeah)
We got a big dilemma
Bait main road, bro don’t know better
Looked at bro like, «It’s whatever, it’s whatever, it’s whatever»
He let that go like, «It’s whatever, it’s whatever, it’s whatever»
Bait main road like, «It’s whatever, it’s whatever, it’s whatever»
It’s whatever, it’s whatever, it’s whatever (Blue, woo, blue, woo)

Yo, whatever the weather, I’m steppin’ whenever
I’m madder than ever
Ruin his sweater, put two in the ‘Retta
They’re copyin’ me ’cause I’m doin’ it better
Left my block with the pum pum rev out
Can’t come in ’til the killy dem dead up
One hand in, can’t get the left leg up
They’re drawin’ me in, they don’t want me to step out
Wait, that’s him, I swear? (What?)
Where? Right thurr (Oh, yeah)
Jump out, try put him in a coffin
Hop back in and swerve
Where’s my ‘yac? (Where’s my ‘yac?)
I’m burst (Yeah, yeah)
Last night was a blur (Blur)
Pree the watch (Bling), burr (Bling)
I’m about to go clear

See a opp right there
And get chingy, chingy, chingy (Don’t leave him)
My gun dem with me, my gun den fi me
Give me my thingy and let me get flingy (Yeah)
Ya see it? Ya zimme? (Yeah)
We got a big dilemma
Bait main road, bro don’t know better
Looked at bro like, «It’s whatever, it’s whatever, it’s whatever»
He let that go like, «It’s whatever, it’s whatever, it’s whatever»
It’s whatever, it’s whatever, it’s whatever
It’s whatever, it’s whatever, it’s whatever (Blue, woo, blue, woo)


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