Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ya Dig, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 06.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ya Dig |
| Can we talk about it now? |
| I mean the little trouble that you’ve been having lately |
| You know I really can’t stand the way, you know, that we’re acting toward each |
| other |
| It’s just not right, you know |
| Uh-uhm, yeah, they love me when the mic on |
| But then they show my dark side when the lights on |
| But fuck 'em in the ass with a pipe, homes |
| Fuck off and let me get my life on |
| You Cracker Jacks, get your white on |
| I will send niggas to your house while your wife home |
| I’m black and proud, right on |
| And since the lights on, let me get my bright on |
| Don’t worry 'bout what I’m on |
| I own everything around me, now get the fuck from 'round me |
| I should pull out my dick and watch you climb on |
| Get the fuck up out my hair unless you’re my comb |
| That mean mind yours because I’m grown |
| And I’ma die alone with my styrofoam |
| I hope you gettin' what I’m saying now |
| And please don’t get mad |
| Uhm, like get the fuck out of my business |
| 'Cause I’ve been handling the fuck outta my business |
| Grinding got perfect attendance |
| Flyer than first-class and detention |
| Uh, been a winner since a beginner |
| And my records show, now leave it in the Guinness |
| What do you mean, am I finished? |
| I’m just getting started |
| Put you on the sideline like Vince Lombardi |
| Weezy, newborn baby, and it’s my party |
| And I’m kicking like a horse on the stick-shift Ferrari |
| Like new cocaine, bright yellow dope |
| Bright red flag like a red velvet rope |
| I’m open for criticism |
| But really, is it any room for criticism? |
| When this shit does it in 'em deeper than your pool, so I swim in toilets |
| Bitch, I be and I been ballin', yeah |
| I hope you gettin' what I’m saying now (Uh) |
| And please don’t get mad |
| And now I’m back like spinal, attack like rhino |
| Got the thunder like Lion-O |
| And leave your head spinning like vinyl |
| I know, psycho but tight though, right ho |
| But you could drown in my flow 'cause my flow is a tidal |
| Wave, you gon' need Geico or gecko |
| I go get from the get-go, go let, let go, let’s go, go where |
| Anywhere but nowhere, cold-erre than a pol-air bears, toenail, no frail, |
| don’t break, too real |
| Boy I get it poppin' like New Year’s |
| Scream «Hallelujah» |
| I am the one call me new year |
| My car windows dark and my diamond chains too clear |
| Like a light blink bitch I wear a ice rink, syrup pink, that ice pink |
| Pour it up for Pimp C |
| Pour it up for Screw and Moe |
| Pour it up for Bun B |
| Pour it up for young me, nigga |
| You know, I mean, it’s just, you know I just think |
| Maybe love to you is buying me cars, giving me money, buying me fancy clothes |