Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song AirForce, artist - DigDat. Date of issue: 08.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
AirForce |
| I was on the roads tryna double up |
| Home, now I wanna see my p’s just triple |
| Had to run a boy down in my Air Force |
| Pissed, cah now they got a crease in the middle |
| Are you sure this corn will fit this wap? |
| Bro-bro these teeth ain’t little |
| See a hottie with the biggest back |
| B, I’m not sure if 'dem jeans fit you |
| Ay yo, it’s Dotty on the beat |
| Ay, CZR you did a mazza still |
| I was on the roads tryna double up |
| Home, now I wanna see my p’s just triple |
| Had to run a boy down in my Air Force |
| Pissed, cah now they got a crease in the middle |
| Are you sure this corn will fit this wap? |
| Bro-bro these teeth ain’t little (Nah) |
| See a hottie with the biggest back |
| B, I’m not sure if 'dem jeans fit you |
| Excuse me miss, where you from? |
| My name’s Digs—ask what I’m on |
| I just got back from a stretch |
| They didn’t miss me when I was gone |
| Now I’m tryna not miss these sales |
| I get pissed when the ringtone stops (Brr) |
| What you know about sitting in jail |
| And you feel like the pillow’s giving you spots? |
| (What you know?) |
| Whoever said that it’s live are liars |
| White Serco, black car tyres |
| Bag of high fences and barb wires (High fence) |
| My shank, sharp like a guillotine |
| Long like limousine knife work cray, cray |
| Rudeboy, I do you up differently (Ching) |
| Hood on my head past twelve |
| Now they can’t see his face too visually (Nah) |
| See the green and red on my belts |
| So you know that it came from Italy |
| Sun’s out, Air Force 1's out |
| Had to run a boy over the grass |
| They stay on their marks |
| Get set, go and just blow so fast (Where ya going?) |
| She’s like coca-cola, golden |
| Can’t you see her glow from far |
| This slate got meet up late |
| Putting it all into stones of dark (Chop it) |
| Just bring it up front like Rooney |
| S move like Diego Costa (Tap that) |
| Told her my life’s like a movie |
| You ain’t gotta go cinema |
| I can’t bring home these groupies |
| Plus her boyfriend knows who we are |
| Said he’s on me you’re kidding |
| You don’t wanna end up on the hit list |
| S got his Rambo’s twinnin' |
| Steppin' with mine so we’re calling them triplets (Three of them) |
| And everything I dig these days |
| Just wanna know DigDat’s business |
| Let me chop and weigh this O |
| Got bisheads ordering bundles |
| Not one tick better pay as you go |
| This buj just runs black liquid (It's black) |
| Stick handle wood, it’s vintage |
| And I don’t wanna pick up the food |
| But I might sound rude if he don’t give pictures |
| My phone just came encrypted |
| Want me in a case but it just got lifted |
| Hit a three on two times two |
| That’s ten-man serving 'em one-by-one (Line it) |
| Hop out 'dem four-by-four on three-man, got two, one try run |
| (Hop out the four by fours on three-man, got two, one try run) |
| I was on the roads tryna double up |
| Home, now I wanna see my p’s just triple |
| Had to run a boy down in my Air Force |
| Pissed, cah now they got a crease in the middle |
| Whole of your head turn cheerio |
| Bally on my face like Rey Mysterio |
| This bally’s on inside-out |
| Outside in my AJ, I’m sporty |
| See bro with his DayDate 40 |
| Still getting cash, get paid they call me |
| Big guns like AK40's (Big ones) |
| Get the white out no ticks |
| Bad B, why your eyebrows so thick? |
| Flip one my favourite tool |
| You ain’t getting that back gotta leave it all in him (Just leave it) |
| Just squeeze one hand in my glove |
| XL, but the index still won’t fit in |
| Baby girl, shake it well |
| Let me see you do more quinting (Rack-it) |
| Tryna make them do more sprinting (Where you goin'?) |
| Come a long way from sitting in my cell |
| That was twenty-three bang up on Sunday (Bang up) |
| Got a warhead zoobie of cookies |
| So why would I bill that front-ways? |
| You got a man and you’re saying these things |
| Bro, I don’t think she cares (She don’t) |
| Come link me I still have my thingy |
| You can’t say I weren’t prepared (No, they can’t) |
| In my blue Dior or DSquared2 |
| Like the slim fits low, I don’t know about flares (Tighter) |
| Just squeeze both sides of the pot |
| Like when it goes pop you can smell these flavours (Smell it) |
| Love chip in my box, not a lot |
| This ammi' made a man curl up like Quavers (Twiss' up) |
| Skid-skrr laters |
| Leaving your friend at the scene, outrageous (Gone) |
| 90's baby, lighties hate me |
| Still take a next mans boo (Tek' her) |
| I just came to the ting were neked |
| Now I got a pellet let’s step back tru' |
| (Step back tru', step back tru') |