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deetranada - iggady (freestyle) lyrics

(intro)
gang gang gang gang gang

aye, you gots to be kidding me
somebody please tell me why these broke down broads hate on diggady?
swear its a mystery
i walk around malls with these twenty’s and fifty’s and higgadys blowing on clizzadys
the left over money go down over west to king sizzadys, my suds be glistening
don’t try to pull my card
i’m from baltimore, baby, over wizaddy
your main dude saying that he want me, i ain’t listening
you ain’t got him stamped, if he was, why is he in my figgady?
posted when i pull up in yo ciggady
rollin one deep at the party, still leave untizzady (leave untouched!)
used to call the gang deebliggady (deeblock)
now we bigger and better, the new name nada fliggady (nada flock)
make the llama sing like how sza be
got money now, walking round with a blicky like izzady
i stay rocking balmiggady
yo main chick shop at clearance at jc piggady
get her shoes from rainbiggady (that’s lame)
don’t compare her to me, she don’t even come cliggady
you can go and hate and keep tiggady (keep talking!)
talking out ya neck bout my moves, imma aim for ya n-gg-dy
you can jump if you feel friggady (if you feelin froggy)
acting bold, pull the nerf out watch you catch biggadys
dang! big bundles in my higgady
cried when you lost the rap game, yo i don’t ciggady (no i don’t)
watch me ball out this skiggady
we don’t talk rap game, don’t talk about it no miggady
ion care i ain’t get siggady
i talk in vance vance, i can rap game to no kiggadys
i’m still making big biggadys, and imma get it how i live point blank periggady
name in everybody mouth, know they sick of me
the stick wanna hit every key, no giggady
cut em off wit a slick slice, no symmetry
give these broads the biz, point blank periggady
sickening, took em in it from me with this iggady
i ask ya mans to handle my dirty work, he did willingly
you silly b, you really think you better? are you kidding me?
you posted up, run you outta everything, instant clean
got the bleach, got the mans, scrubbed it out, mr. clean
let em talk, running up, bust it out, make em lean
shake sum, tryna jump? cool, i came wit the team
kriss kross, i make em jump more, like its 2 degrees
aim for they highwaters, they got new caprees
do what i gotta do, bye! hit the duece and leave
change the clothes, throw the phone, can’t go home, threw the keys homie talking paranoid, somebody get this [?]
oh my bad, forgot we talking about the iggadys
i’m zooming off a moca frape straight from mickey d’s
dude tryna front by me, i just be saying mr. please
i ain’t want much from this, i just wanted to talk my ish and leave tuhahaha, yeaaa, i ain’t want much from this, i just wanted to talk my ish and leave
and if you don’t know, it’s ya homie nada from the b
just know that it’s suicide if you dissing me

gang

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