Don't Slip - DigDat

Don't Slip - DigDat

  • Year of release: 2022
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:13

Below is the lyrics of the song Don't Slip , artist - DigDat with translation

Lyrics " Don't Slip "

Original text with translation

Don't Slip

DigDat

Sound To Your Mind

Hey, wait a minute — Madara

Rrr-rrr

Raindrops, gunshots

Raindrops and gunshots

Put the sun down, drill up the drop-top

Young, rich and I’m gettin' gwop

Man’s giving your bitch back shots (uh)

Two new chains made by Shyne, they both came VV’d off (Shyne)

All day I was doing 0.1's but I, fucked up my scale they weren’t on point

And I pressured them, could never be opps when they ever scored no points

I’m poppin' the door in any foreign (pop them doors)

That’s me, two AP’s on one wrist

She got the biggest back that I seen (big)

So I pulled up, let me say something (skrr)

Two-fifty on my car (two-fifty)

And the jakes try stop me (what they doin?)

Black Amiri, put this blicky in her bra

My girl said that she got me (aight)

Step out on wass, stab man up

You know that we get it done properly (ching, ching)

Twist my knife, all in your chest

Me, I love a kitchen one, not a zombie

I’m like Jason, born to kill

From a yout I didn’t choose this path (nah)

Double R, man’s cruising past

Rap now, I live like a super star

I’m a double G so I wrap my mash in silk, it’s a Gucci scarf

Come to the yard, I dick her down

And send her the Uber fast (she's gone)

Rose gold pattern on my wrist

It’s all baguettes with the faces

Sometimes I think why they’re watching me (look)

More time I forget I’m famous

Young, rich and I’m gettin' gwop (Sound To Your Mind)

Man’s giving your bitch back shots

Two new chains made by Shyne, they both came VV’d off (Shyne)

All day I was doing 0.1's but I, fucked up my scale they weren’t on point (Hey,

wait a minute)

And I pressured them, could never be opps when they ever scored no points

Thirteen racks on my grills

But it’s only cuh I’m a rapper

WD let me clean these teeth

Cuh I’ve really been using my arm and hammer (gleaming)

Sixty racks on my closet

Nothin' worn twice it’s obvious (nothin)

Bro try slap man live in the mains, it’s obvious

It’s way too bait (what you doin?)

Still shoot on Risky Roadz like Novelist

Do it on any estate

Bro just snapped them Turk, them hostage

Then we went show and made them moshpits

Get a nine bar, watched how I botched this

Diamonds on my neck they’re frosted (ice)

If she peng, I don’t care what the cost is (nah)

And I pull up in a Porsche

I don’t care if I crash this

Tell them hold the deposit

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