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cotton candy caleb – dig lyrics

[intro]
it ain’t no trick to get rich quick
if you dig, dig, dig with a shovel or a pick
come on, come on
get in line, get in line
cotton candy on this
with your boy amir royale
we’re a million diamonds high

[verse 1: cotton candy caleb]
said, “i’m so official, i don’t even needed was a whistle”
i took that line from lil weezy and lil drizzle
yes, it’s the n-gg- with that care bear drizzle
and for get what’chu heard, cause i don’t even care a little
it’s the d to the izzle, they really can’t see me
so fresh like that baby, but sick like a preemie
girls double team me—they catch me in that parking lot
i used to get f-cked over but now i only f-ck a lot
i love being nerdy, n-gg-s shop at walmart
shop so i mall cop, call that n-gg- paul blart
i’mma have to drug fart, meaning that my sh-t’s dope
n-gg- in a bow-tie—now that’s my f-cking kinfolk
girls used to say no, like i got a virgin car
but now they saying yes, cause i got a european car
and yes, my european car speaks for itself
i don’t wear that jewelry, it’s bad for your health

[refrain]
it ain’t no trick to get rich quick
it ain’t no trick to get rich quick
it ain’t no trick to get rich quick
it ain’t no trick to get rich quick
if we dig—

[verse 2: amir royale]
i’m a guatemalan empanada, enchilada eater
with a lot of heat, a lot, a lot of fever, pardon me
i’m falling on my feet, i’ve had couple drinks
i’ve had couple beers, p.s
about a liter of modelo, cheers
i’m a creature of the night, kiss
got a n-gg- looking like prince when he pull up to kiosk
feel like a won the lotto in this b-tch and all i did was dig
this sh-t for my abuelita
i’m a c-cky mothaf-cka with an att-tude
rod you ever been with my girl?—yeah, i have dude
but don’t blame me, bro i had to do it
otherwise the whole crew would of had her too
and oh, your -ss would have never even known
how’d i get so big? when’d i get so grown?
i’mma put it in my will—throw it all in my casket
so you can’t have sh-t, less your -ss dig

[refrain]
it ain’t no trick to get rich quick
it ain’t no trick to get rich quick
it ain’t no trick to get rich quick
it ain’t no trick to get rich—

[outro – skit]
when you are finished recording, please hang up
or for delivery options, press pound—-beep-
yo my guy, dead-ss? yo, where you at dave?
i seen you! i seen you on the ave!
i seen you hop on that q3—why you running from me?
i heard you making moves;
you got a job now, you recording
you here spitting fire and all that…
i seen your girl the other day too!
what you doing bro?! where my 10 dollars at my guy?
dead-ss? dead-ss?! you really not gon’ pay me?!
you really gon’ act like you ain’t know i’m in town?
you know where live! you know where i be at!
f-ck outta here—it’s mack…

- cotton candy caleb lyrics

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