Digga D - With Intent Lyrics


S-s-samurai sword in my palm (P-p-p-p-pyrex living)
G-g-grievous bodily harm (P-p-p-p-pyrex living)
War dem ah get if a war dem want (Pyrex living)
Beef intense could never be calm

He told me he knows how to whip, now he’s in the kitchen looking all shakey
Bro just phoned for a Z, and asked for the price on the Katie
I told him it all depends, if it’s washed do you want it flakey?
He asked if it’s ten out of ten, are you dumb, you dickhead rate me
I’m the youngest nigga that’s doing it
Tell bro don’t put the whole thing under the tap, cah you might just ruin it
Side by side with 2 in it
I got a bitch in the car when I’m moving it
I jumped out the car when I slapped it
They found a whip but not one clue in it
I’ll show these guys how to drill (drill, drill, drill, drill)
Real eyes, realise and recognise real
The weapon I’m gripping that’s stainless, you don’t wanna feel this steel
I left man slumped on the pavement, ching, stab him for the kill
I was in the flats, chopping up crack, I don’t give a Jack, I done it with Jill
Gillette blades
I did it bait, jump out the whip on the mains, shank in my hand tryna ching his face
I got nicked for a GBH but I had my mask on my face
So I bussed that silly case

Samurai sword in my palm
Grievous bodily harm
With intent when I swing mans arm, beef intense could never be calm
War dem ah get if a war dem want
They wanna be us but they can’t
Wet, wet, wet man down for the crew, JSav and Hunch, that’s Phil and Grant

Plug just come to the re, now I’m in the bando crushing up yola
Kitchens baking hot, watch it fizzle and drop with baking soda
Fill the Pyrex up with water, let it run cah it needs to get colder
I got ten out of ten on the Lisa, finna get food back on the Mona
I ain’t even put the fork in the ‘rex and it started locking already
I just gave Annas a tester and I got all stars like Kenny
In the jail house doing up Bernadette but the loud come dank like Penny
Spin all 6 but I got 5, now there’s a space in the T like jelly
Way too loose, know we recording the truths, jump out gang on the news
Ting get sweet, now they wanna water it down, coming like dilute juice
Coming like squash, squash what? point blank when — got shot
ISIS days, I had it in lock, I rap what I live don’t call man hot
Dem boy there rap and lie, oi stop that shit
My b is the best, that’s chocolate chip
Put the fork in the ‘rex and don’t stop till I rock that shit
I don’t ask man questions, just know that I shot that prick

Samurai sword in my palm
Grievous bodily harm
With intent when I swing mans arm, beef intense could never be calm
War dem ah get if a war dem want
They wanna be us but they can’t
Wet, wet, wet man down for the crew, JSav and Hunch, that’s Phil and Grant


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