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Digga D – Amelia Amelia Lyrics


(AV)

(Gotcha)

Look, yo

My head gets hot, gotta stop (Grr)

Turn off my phone and come off of social media (Bop, bop)

Someone nearly got shot (Grr), that’s what the police are explaining to Cecilia

‘Fore this shit turns, free me up, I’ma disappear, Amelia, Amelia (Grr)

Caught him lackin’ blood, now he’s lackin’ blood, anaemia (Boom, boom)

You should’ve been speedier

I’m from the G, but I’m pushin’ the P, like Gunna

My two pinkies ain’t a Wunna

I’m more of a walker in summer, but let one of these yutes try get a come up

‘Fore the sun can rise, I’m risin’ my gun up and somebody’s son’s gettin’ done up

The first and the runner up, skin’s gettin’ bunin’ up

Cock back the pocket rock, fling some copper shot

Suttin’ ain’t right in my head, I can feel it

I can’t control what’s happenin’, bro

Blacked out, next thing I know

Man’s backed out in Ladbroke, the cheffs and a pole

Blood on my knife, cheffed up a couple of guys

They know how I roll on roads

The real rock band, I was rollin’ with stones

Dual sim, I don’t like rollin’ with phones

What the fuck is the problem, pussy? I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, push me (Push me)

See if I don’t blow off your head and turn you to cookie, pussy

Push me, today ain’t the day, I promise

You wanna get found in a forest, ain’t nothin’ to empty my gun in a forehead (Pussy)


What the fuck is the problem, pussy? I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, push me (Push me)

See if I don’t blow off your head and turn you to cookie, pussy

Push me, today ain’t the day, I promise

You wanna get found in a forest, ain’t nothin’ to empty my gun in a forehead (Pussy)

Let me see one of them walkin’, I’m choppin’ it up, without talkin’ instantly

When I start stabbin’ up guys, don’t intervene, push my 15″ clean inside his bean

Long magazine in the glee, man buy the beam

I don’t put lavender inside of my machine

Anyone that’s been slimed out, by the team

Ain’t got it back in blood, and that’s fine by me

It’s cool bro, you ain’t got to do nothin’ more, we believe you

Everyone knows you’re a savage

Fling some sweetcorn, turn them cabbage

I heard that the shooter was Spanish

One phone call, I made somebody vanish

Bun out his chest, chalice (Brrr)

High in the sky, from the smoke, couldn’t manage

What the fuck is the problem, pussy? I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, push me (Push me)

See if I don’t blow off your head and turn you to cookie, pussy

Push me, today ain’t the day, I promise

You wanna get found in a forest, ain’t nothin’ to empty my gun in a forehead (Pussy)

What the fuck is the problem, pussy? I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, push me (Push me)

See if I don’t blow off your head and turn you to cookie, pussy

Push me, today ain’t the day, I promise

You wanna get found in a forest, ain’t nothin’ to empty my gun in a forehead (Pussy)

(AV)

(Gotcha)


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