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youngrichchris – digits lyrics

[hook]
these b-tches keep on b-tchin’
these n-gg-s keep on wishin’
i cook the codinde in the kitchen
i”m countin all of my chickens
man,free my n-gg- he locked in prison
he didnt pay for the ticket
but aye aye aye aye i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them
digits
i keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
digits

[verse 1]
yeah,i keep them digits
i’m counting all of my chickens
i got theses hoes switchin’
and they washin my dishes
the loud got me trippin’
i’m shootin’ up theses n-gg-s like i’m scottie pippin yeah like scottie
pippin
n-gg-s tryin be in the wave
yo b-tch is my slave
she goin datway
i’ve been trappin all day
n-gg-s watch what they say
got the money and the k
theses lil n-gg-s playing games
theses lil n-gg-s go insane
fake n-gg-s tellin stories
talk about getting brain
talk about getting brain
yeah, talk about gettin’ brain
i knew this dude he was spanish i mean he from spain
he was on that purple rain
he been to bando
n-gg-s played him like a piano
he played them back like nintendo
they asked what was his name and it was fernando
i heard he been to orlando
i know a dude named orlando
ight let just trap to bando

[hook]
these b-tches keep on b-tchin’
these n-gg-s keep on wishin’
i cook the codinde in the kitchen
i”m countin all of my chickens
man,free my n-gg- he locked in prison
he didnt pay for the ticket
but i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them digits
i keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
digits

[verse 2-yrc]
ooh,i feel like yatchy
i’m f-ckin’ on theses thotties
n-gg-s gettin’ missin, they loses bodies
ooh i’m whippin in my f-cking audi
i know christmas p-ssed but i want a b-tch who is naughty
not a b-tch who is snotty
yeah i want her to be bad & boujee i drop a 50 in some f-cking blue chesse
i pipe it up and get it missin
i got b-tches kissin
and they keep on switchin
my a-game on twitch
got so much money i might be rich
theses fake n-gg-s talkin’ sh-t
i got vans on my feet
n-gg-s trappin to beat
man f-ck a seat belt
watch the f-ckin seat melt
i ain’t no christian but i pray before eat
i keep the key to the street
i keep the key to the street
yeah,i keep the key to the street
i got the key to the street
wait, i keep the key to the street?

[hook]
these b-tches keep on b-tchin’
these n-gg-s keep on wishin’
i cook the codinde in the kitchen
i”m countin all of my chickens
man, free my n-gg- he locked in prison
he didnt pay for the ticket
but aye aye aye aye i keep them digits, i keep them digits,i keep them
digits
i keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
digits

- youngrichchris lyrics

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