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digits - #t.k.o lyrics

(1st verse: digits)

blood thicker than water right//
fxck haters they all alike//
klap dope ma niqqa check the hype//
heart blacker than ma niqqa trike//
till i met you! say ma niqqa so black but he ain’t got non on you//
k-brizzy,tall mahfxcker with no future ima smash your career bro//
clearly though,you’s a ho//
your girl rizzle a lil worse though//
thought you was a grown -ss niqqa till i heard that shxt a couple of days//
i was smoking weed, next thing i know that lame -ss klap freestyle song was on//
the room got nearer, the tune got clearer//
i swear you did that shxt with a phone//
man what is that a diss song??//
h-ll no you fool//
man that hate done got you too//
everybody in the city g-ssed and when my niqqa asked what imma do//
decisions,decisions incase this is war then i load up on all ammunition//
if a niqqa want problems my trigger’s on auto i make sure that n0body miss him//
now pack up your shxt

(2nd verse: digits)

k b-tch you just got on ma blacklist//
msunukanyoko and your whole clique k!llswitch//
future ntwana am the reason your castle will fall //
every dog has it’s day and yours has come and gone//
if klap don’t run that city then tell me somebody who does
y0u???// you must be losing your head//
roc rizzle on your knees b-tch and suck that d-ck//
voetsek!!!!
those little bars you dropped niqqa don’t mean shxt//
you say you walk in and out the benz, you claiming daddy’s car now ye you lil b-tch?//
hence the reason i think your ex j-p is realer than you//
your career like your legs man it’s shorter than your hands//
you like a weak erection dawg n0body fxcks with you!//
you like a b-tch niqqa all you’l do is come and go //
but klap ain’t going nowhere you and your clan of b-tches know//
you son of a b-tch why don’t you get over it //
we real niqqaz know all about your tendencies//
like a dumb prost-tute’s mouth all you do is suck//
1 wrong move i rearrange your face with a brick,//
feed you your shxt, after ukukuhlomi pool stick//
sick!!
like a tb patient everything i spit is sick //
your raps ain’t shxt to me dawg louis garavito//
the struggle is real outchea you better stop dreaming!//
it’ll take you more than a diss to get our kinda recognition//
klap be getting more reaction than boity’s -ss//
we done fxcked every rapper in the city like nicky//
so that lil diss niqqa really was no biggie//
you still ain’t shxt you stupid son of a b-tch//
you looking for fame instead of looking for your dad//
you just another street rat with no street cred//

- digits lyrics

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