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dun and dre - digits (prod. frosty) lyrics

{intro}
[dre]
ay…
yuh…
i ran up them mof–kin digits
yuh, ay, ay, ay, yuh
(cmon frosty)

[will ferrell from “the other guys”]
now, i say you can do it!
i mean, i mean i don’t want you to jump, but i’m saying you have the capability
oh look, he’s flying!
-screams-
-crash-

[dre]
ay, i ran up them mof–kin digits, ay

{verse}
ay, i ran up them mof–kin digits
i got off my at had to send me that bag
was sh-ttin’ on me but i make you look bad
i’m already knowin’ that you n–gas mad
cuz these n–gas know i go get it
n–ga chasin’ that paper it never gon’ last
i’m drivin’ a foreign it never gon’ crash
i dump, then get outta’ here like i’m flash
i run up that money that n–ga don’t like me
they got seventeen on my back they won’t try it
i be with the breals, and all of em’ ride
got stick in the trunk and you know we ain’t fightin’
i give that to x and i might catch a body
-ak-47 rounds-
i’m k!llin’ that p-ssy it ain’t no revivin’
o’ baby bro chubba just called perfect timin’

i’m finna’ get rich and take her outta’ state
i told my grandma that we gon’ make a way out
these n–gas be scared i can see in yo face
gone, before i put you in yo place leave me ‘lone
not nothin’ not havin a day i smoke strong
we smokin’ dope to the face of that chron’
we kickin’ yo’ door off them bricks in yo’ home
holdup, huh, ay

{bridge}
try me i’m dumpin’ i won’t hesitate
problem, f-ck n–ga don’t want no problem like lava
young chubba be spittin that fire like lava
my bentley gon’ pull-up with choppas on choppas
500 gon’ pull-up with sticks and revolvers
how you talk sh-t when you know you be scared
when i pull-up all you f-ck n–ga ran?
ima put a bag on ya’ head leave em’ dead
getcho a– popped like a mof–kin xan
getcho a– popped like a mof–kin percocet
f-ck up one time yea trouble gettin’ nunna’ that
10 alcohol 4 drip in a hunnid rack
i sell designer drugs i need a hunnid pack
go back and forth wit’ no internet thug
got a 30 in my clip and i put that on blood
don’t push up on me n–ga you is a dud

{chorus}
ay, i ran up them mof–kin digits -whoo-
i ran up them mof–kin digits -whoo-
if she bad, yea you know ima’ tip it
i’m too real b-tch you know i ain’t switchin’
just got the pack yea you know ima’ flip it -whoo-
i ran up them mof–kin digits -whoo-
i ran up up them mof–kin digits
i ran up them…

[dun]

{verse}
step on the scene and i’m ready for all of that
sh-t you be g-ssin, the blunts you be p-ssin
i know that you lackin, i hop in rotation
you get to harr-ssin’ but i ain’t no b-st-rd
yea, attackin’ the beat
we got trackers and they packin’ the heat
we got trappers runnin’ round in the street
if you talkin’ that sh-t give ya’ somethin to eat
-run it up-

{freestyle}
when the beat go out no it’s time for a lil’ freestyle, for a lil’ whee while
comin straight off the dome, comin straight off a cloud
ima spit so quick make yo’ pants fall down
where yo’ mama at b-tch, no ya’ can’t call now
heard you been snitchin’ on the whole d-mn town
throw me the noose, get loose off the hooch
ima show snitch a– how this sh–s goin down, like stop

{verse 2}
run up that money i run up them digits
you know i don’t switch it i’m flowin religious
i’m in this b-tch with a couple of b-tches
they comin in twos with every position
a couple of brews, a couple of st-tches
i’m cutting my ties, i’m burnin’ my bridges
done with the lies, i’m done with the hitches
-oh sh-t-
don’t switch it
you shoulda been there, you shoulda done that
i should be cleanin’ you up with my c-m rag
you should be gettin’ yo b-tch off my n-ts-ck
i should be runnin’ it up in the hatchback
jet black in the jetpack
jet lagged off the gas pack lookin so smacked’
drop back on the heat track, me and dre k!llin’ this sh-t
up at the () i be drillin that bit -whoo-

[dre]
{chorus}
up at the () yea i’m drillin that bit
in the back of the coupe yea i’m k!llin’ this sh-t
she just want me for my money my digits
but i don’t kick it b-tch i’m all on my business
ay, yuh
i just want money, i just want digits, ay
ooo, ay, yuh
i just want money…

[dun]
run up them digits
you know i don’t switch it, you know if i like it i cop it
these b-tches they drippin’ tsunami
the fendi o’ tommy, the gucci o’ prada
i’m goin’ off, b-tch i feel like osama
i had a day, b-tch i’m over the trauma
like david blaine, disappearin’ i know that you hearin the sh-t i been sayin i’m goin i’m jiggy the dreams i’m pursuin’ relentless i know you resent it don’t make me regret it, you know that i said it a couple of times
bad b-tch and we sippin’ that wine
fat a– throw it back on a line
me and dre in the stu writin rhymes
make a hit then we f–kin some dimes
next stop on the cover of times
magazine, b-tch you know we elite
bringin the heat

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