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Crisis

Genres: Rock

Love Is Digi/part Ii Lyrics - Crisis

Your love so Digi, ah 

You make me dizzy, ah 

Your love so Digi, ah 

 

Yo, heart poundin, chart bounded 

God astounded, well rounded 

Lost and founded, stay surrounded 

By these hoes who can't count it 

 

Park the whip then dismount it 

Forty ounce, yeah I down 'em 

Shorties drowns in pools of love 

With these ounces I be loungin 

 

Roof thugs chew on slugs 

Maneuver through hoods and clubs 

Purple kush by the bush 

Dick is curved like Nike swoosh 

 

Push, push in this bush 

Guaranteed to make her shush 

Red bone, head on tilt 

Six hundred cell phone bill 

 

Big trucks, shell toe wheels 

Velcro's loose, hell hold feels 

Sell no pills, sell no deals 

Niggas' styles, just no frills 

 

You best to chill, nigga 

Nigga, yeah, you best to chill 

 

Yo, women I love 'em, leave 'em 

Lust 'em but I don't trust 'em 

The reason most men be buggin 

My lovin' Digi, you heard me? 

 

My finger fuck 'em 

They sell me off in return 

Women I love 'em 

They love me back in return 

 

I'm just a young man 

Head smart, cock strong 

Got my swag on 

Throw a mean dart, fuck it, we on 

 

And got this fly talk 

I kick that ass to the curb 

You on the sidewalk 

You gon' respect the Dons words 

 

Your love so Digi, ah 

You make me dizzy, ah 

 

Hypnotized by her hips and thighs 

Beastin on the bitch, I ain't gon' lie 

The H E Double N E, Double S Y 

Got me in the vibe, her ass is super sized 

 

I can see the future up in her eyes 

We'll be dumb high, keep her occupied 

Til' the sunrise, I beat it up right 

Then she can't deny she heard the roosters cry 

 

Break her ass down with some crucial lines 

Nasty darts known to seduce the mind 

She all up in my world, she ain't even my girl 

But she knowin my world produce dollar signs 

 

Whispered in my ear she'll swallow mine 

Like she don't do this freaky type of shit all the time 

Like she was the one or her head was that bum 

I be dumb, sprung and just call her mine 

 

Your love so Digi, ah 

You make me dizzy, ah 

Your love so Digi, ah 

Ah, ah, ah, ah 

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