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jonah cruzz - can u dig it lyrics

[hook]
countrified n-gga
southern fried chicken
i’m chillin’ in the parkin’ lot cadillac drippin’
ordinary n-gga
my dash stay smokin’ and my lighter stay fl!ckin’
now b-tch, can you dig it, can you dig it, can you dig it?
b-tch, can you dig it, can you dig it, can you dig it?
b-tch, can you dig it, can you dig it, can you dig it?
b-tch, can you dig it, can you dig it, can you dig it?
b-tch, can you dig it?

[verse 1]
this sh-t sound like 92′
i’m in that old thang
my cousin rock the jerry curl and the gold chain
feel my suit and matching kicks, rolex, and diamond ring
three-eighty underneath the cd, might just let it bang
whoa, we from the a, you don’t wanna play
out that sweet sh-t, n-ggas be doin’ out days, ain’t really how we was raised
we don’t rock no purse, we don’t devil worship, don’t show off our guns, bodies just get dropped in he-rs-s
i love magic city, i love -ss and t-tties
i used to window shop at linux, i don’t have a penny
i love mary jane, i love chicken wings
i’ll take that combo with the fries, sweet tea, and lemonade
lil’ b-tch

[verse 2]
big body, chevrolet, canned paint, wood grain, steering wheel
sweatpants, flip-flops, white t, snap-back, keep it real
backwoods, loopholes, marijuana, twenty-four inch rims
i’m slammin’ those, havin’ hoes, p-ss em on, flashin’ my gold grill
both my n-ggas pop percs like candy and they drink ling like water
not cause’ they think sh-t cool, cause’ they wanna heal pain this life done caused them
and he ain’t finna spend no bread unless that seal came on that bottle
and he pull every drop he can even if that sh-t stick to the bottle (to the bottle)
drip, drip, drip, hey
i know the players and pimps, hey
i know your n-ggas and og’s, i know blue collars and k!llers, hey
shorty just popped [?], hey
he finna rob em’ a n-gga, hey
then he came up on em’ bands, hey
soon as he got it he spent it, hey

- jonah cruzz lyrics

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