Digga D - Let's G£t It lyrics

[Digga D - Let's G£t It lyrics]

Gyaldem way too nasty
Digga D ain't got no manners
I fucked out Remz's auntie

Let's get it (Let's get it)
Gwopz got chinged in his face
So how can they talk 'bout
Aim where the leg is?
We da ching anyone, anywhere, gang
Tugz got chinged where his head is
1011 on the glide somebody affi get wetted
Somebody affi get wetted
Let's get it (Let's get it)
Gwopz got chinged in his face
So how can they talk 'bout
Aim wherе the leg is?
We da ching anyonе, anywhere, gang
Tugz got chinged where his head is
1011 on the glide somebody affi get wetted
Somebody affi get wetted

Let's get it (Let's get it)
There's something I love 'bout shotties
I think it's a shotgun fetish
And if you wan' know 'bout Calvin
I'll tell you he's the wettest
Me and JSav tryna get him
2 young g's had him doing up leggish
(Where you going?)
What the fuck is wrong with these yutes?
We get bread and spend it on skengs
They get bread and spend it on shoes (Pricks)
Double tap little man out his Loub's (Bow)
Act for the views, get put on the news
Rise up the mash and pop
Been on the glide on violence
We terrorise everyone's block
5 man put a bike on the ends
They dashed and I prayed they dropped
(Dropped)
Bow, he held his back and I swear he got shot
Put the Pyrex in the pot
Baking soda, turn coke in rock (Whip)
And I just come back from cunch
I swear you can smell it on my socks

Let's get it (Let's get it)
Gwopz got chinged in his face
So how can they talk 'bout
Aim where the leg is?
We da ching anyone, anywhere, gang
Tugz got chinged where his head is
1011 on the glide somebody affi get wetted
Somebody affi get wetted
Let's get it (Let's get it)
Gwopz got chinged in his face
So how can they talk 'bout
Aim where the leg is?
We da ching anyone, anywhere, gang
Tugz got chinged where his head is
1011 on the glide somebody affi get wetted
Somebody affi get wetted

Been getting P's from young (Young)
Creepz you can have that bike
Cah we got Pablos one
Remz try come out the block
Act brave and he nearly got bun
I don't call it beef, it's bants
I swear this shit is fun (It's fun)
Protect my chest, I got armour
Or if I splash man down cos I'm (Ching)
Buck Richard with the dots, bow
Make him sleep with his father
What a big deal
Bro chinged something in the leg (In the leg)
With a light skin guy in your vid
With no mask
Got chinged in his chest (Ching)
Me, JSav and M'Skum fuck niggas
Up on the mains
If I knew it was Young Antics
I woulda' just bored up his face
Tell your bitch don't get involved
No manners
I'll bore up your babe (No manners)
And my toes, them stink (why?)
Cah I just come from qway

Let's get it (Let's get it)
Gwopz got chinged in his face
So how can they talk 'bout
Aim where the leg is
We da ching anyone, anywhere, gang
Tugz got chinged where his head is
1011 on the glide somebody affi get wetted
Somebody affi get wetted
Let's get it (Let's get it)
Gwopz got chinged in his face
So how can they talk 'bout
Aim where the leg is
We da ching anyone, anywhere, gang
Tugz got chinged where his head is
1011 on the glide somebody affi get wetted
Somebody affi get wetted

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