Rah Digga

Rah Digga - Showdown lyrics

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 [verse 1]

Knockknockwho datsister from the hilltop

Wickedwicked flowsmake a nigga grill drop

Caramel complexionfeldsburg section

Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit

Rhymin type scenarioniggas only fell

Stay dipped with nike airsoakleysand pony tails

Fuckin up some pizzaovercharge my visa

Million dollar videoscrushin with my tiza

Tell them motherfuckersI'm tight like ebeneezer

Scroogestill look good without ruge

My lipsticklil misfitquick to dish shit

Little bit conceitedwhole lot consistent

Moneymoneymoneyhow we blaze

Splittin shit three ways with mezee and pace

Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude

Flip rhymes so quick you might think I'm test tube



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In the showdownhow it go down

Get the flow downwatch it go down

How it go downin the showdown

Gettin closed downwatch em go down

In the showdownhow it go down

Put your dough downwatch it go down



[verse 2]

I'm representin bitches 'round the way

We runnin up his box and we ain't gon have to pay

I'm runnin with my mensI rock a pair of timbs

With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins

I'm tryin to see a black benz with my back end

House on the hill with my publishin deal

Shows pay the billsmake it all connect

And do some corporate type shitwith my royalty check

Now what comes nextgrab myself a bex

After sexI tune in to funkmaster flex

Then I pop up at stretchfreestyle to death

And give a shout out to my mens like I was d-m-x

Spit rock typehot likejazz or funk now

Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown

Tell me now cuz that's how I ball

'bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the u-haul



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[verse 3]

Peace to all my peoples in mission

Peace to peoples with they license suspended

Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks

Who ain't tryin to hear shit but nicks and fat dicks

WhatI rock hoods and I be good like foxy

Then hit the sushi bars eatin akros with saki

I'm smokin damn good and chokey black

Niggas know the pokey fatnow all my ex-boyfriends want me back

I rip showsand sip tequila rose

And always be around like I was afros

Y'all motherfuckers crazycan never outblaze me

Risin to the top cuz that's how momma raised me

Now that the message is embedded

The r-ad-ig-ga gon set it

Hold up baby cuz that's when you lost

Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross



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Language: English

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