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​chata (rapper) - #digits lyrics

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[intro]
yo
cmon
letsgo

[chorus]
(no it) ain’t no time for talking ain’t no politicking
double up my cup they in my phone like chata what you sipping
i’m rolling loud up
your b+tch got so d+mn high that she couldn’t even listen
lil bro just went and got a couple bucks and now he playing distant
b+tch i’m hopping out that tonka w+lly wonka i’m a golden ticket
we gone run your f+cking pockets
take your wallet smoke up all your spinach
all my b+tches bad and them hoes real expensive
i fell in love with counting racks and stacking up the digits

[verse]
yea i’m pushing on the gas
i ain’t check the limit
every time i shoot its in the hoop
b+tch you can check my pivot
i told gang put your head up in the game
this is not no scrimmagе
pop a perc 10 to the face
ima pray that this sh+t prеscription
[chorus]
(no it) ain’t no time for talking ain’t no politicking
double up my cup they in my phone like chata what you sipping
i’m rolling loud up
your b+tch got so d+mn high that she couldn’t even listen
lil bro just went and got a couple bucks and now he playing distant
b+tch i’m hopping out that tonka w+lly wonka i’m a golden ticket
we gone run your f+cking pockets
take your wallet smoke up all your spinach
all my b+tches bad and them hoes real expensive
i fell in love with counting racks and stacking up the digits



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