Letra de Fuck Drill - Digga D

I don't like drill no more, it's tired cah bare man liars

If you lot saw my priors, you'd call me Michael Myers

I went 'round there on bike, somethin' got punctured, it weren't my tires

You ain't seen waps get hired and in the blink of an eye get fired

This car ain't got no tints, I'm riskin' it

This fishbowl ain't got little fish in it

I had the fish in the 'Rex, finshed whiskin' it

Pyrex whip with my wrist in it

Whip, whippin' it

Whip, whippin' it

Whip, whippin' it

I whip, do you get the jist of it?

Yo, custard cream all in her tongue, still can't suck like the bourbon one

If she don't suck dick, then talkin' done, better leave this crib when mornin' comes

Can't bring no worthless girl to the bit, man give her some dick in the bando

Her mom still calls me a jancro, heard that I'm bustin' it down on my zanco

Look, I ain't nothin' like them, why would I lie?

Make corn connect to his chest like Wi-Fi

I never touched his girl, side eye

A lot of man don't like me and it's likewise

Ugh, ick, he's makin' me sick, telling the world that I fucked his bitch (I never fucked his bitch)

I got a wife at home, what you tryna do, ruin my relationship?

If you ain't got me, move from side of man

Jump out now with the nine and bine a man

See a man climb up the wall like Spider-Man

Extendo, but we need a fryin' pan

Sixteen shots in the glee, but I was sixteen in **** doin' sniper gang

Jump out the whip and swipe a man

Flick my ching, then swing and knife a man

If you ain't got me, move from side of man

Jump out now with the nine and bine a man

See a man climb up the wall like Spider-Man

Extendo, but we need a fryin' pan

Sixteen shots in the glee, but I was sixteen in **** doin' sniper gang

Jump out the whip and swipe a man

Flick my ching, then swing and knife a man

Look, yo

I took headshots with a canon and took pictures for the grub that I'm slingin'

Black magic, on God I'ma put on my savage, saw the Pan and turned sonic, they don't wanna turn cabbage

How you gonna say I ain't been ****? Went on my J without Jesse or Lingard

Bro told me "Calm," got the mash up, defender, still went again and with a ten in the Timbuk

You relate your dog, but why you woofin' on the P? But it's a double R what I'm pushin'

His thoughts just spill on my block, got cushion, his Bottega boots ain't got no puss in

Pitbull

Let me out the cage, let me off the leash, I'ma bop without hearin' a whistle

Free bro, got nicked with the whistle, silence or screwed in the front of the pistol

If you ain't got me, move from side of man

Jump out now with the nine and bine a man

See a man climb up the wall like Spider-Man

Extendo, but we need a fryin' pan

Sixteen shots in the glee, but I was sixteen in **** doin' sniper gang

Jump out the whip and swipe a man

Flick my ching, then swing and knife a man

Yo, you ain't far down T like you're gettin' veneers

Kept cheffin' his bred', so they sick of jareers

Don't care if he's scared

Cry me a river, I leave that swimmin' in tears

**** tried to run up the apple and pears

Made a box of toys look innocent, braze

Short of his sheep, in the street leave 'em dead

Moved out, got the **** livin' in fear

She suck cock on her knees, lil' east ting

If she don't beat straight away, then I'm leavin'

Real definition of drill, suck your mother

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