Digga D - Amelia Amelia Lyrics

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Look, yo

My head gets hot, gotta stop (Grr)
Turn off my phone and come
Off of social media (Bop, bop)
Someone nearly got shot (Grr)
That's what the police are
Explaining to Cecilia
'Fore this shit turns, free me
Up, I'ma disappear, Amelia, amelia
(Grr) caught him lackin' blood, now
He's lackin' blood, anaemia
(Boom, boom) you should've been speedier
I'm from the G, but I'm pushin' the P
Like Gunna my two pinkies ain't a Wunna
I'm more of a walker in summer
But let one of these yutes try get a come up
'Fore the sun can rise
I'm risin' my gun up and
Somebody's son's gettin' done up
Thе first and the runner up
Skin's gettin' bunin' up
Cock back thе pocket rock
Fling some copper shot
Suttin' ain't right in my head, I can feel it
I can't control what's happenin', bro
Blacked out, next thing I know
Man's backed out in Ladbroke
The cheffs and a pole blood on my knife
Cheffed up a couple of guys
They know how I roll on roads
The real rock band, I was rollin' with stones
Dual sim, I don't like rollin' with phones

What the fuck is the problem, pussy? I grab
My shotty and go on a pushy, push me
(Push me) see if I don't blow off your
Head and turn you to cookie, pussy
Push me, today ain't the day, I promise
You wanna get found in a forest
Ain't nothin' to empty my gun in a forehead
(Pussy)
What the fuck is the problem, pussy? I grab
My shotty and go on a pushy, push me
(Push me) see if I don't blow off your
Head and turn you to cookie, pussy
Push me, today ain't the day, I promise
You wanna get found in a forest
Ain't nothin' to empty my gun in a forehead
(Pussy)

Let me see one of them
Walkin', I'm choppin' it up
Without talkin' instantly
When I start stabbin' up
Guys, don't intervene
Push my 15" clean inside his bean
Long magazine in the glee, man buy the beam
I don't put lavender inside of my machine
Anyone that's been slimed out, by the team
Ain't got it back in blood
And that's fine by me
It's cool bro, you ain't got
To do nothin' more, we believe you
Everyone knows you're a savage
Fling some sweetcorn, turn them cabbage
I heard that the shooter was Spanish
One phone call, I made somebody vanish
Bun out his chest, chalice (Brrr)
High in the sky, from the smoke
Couldn't manage

What the fuck is the problem, pussy? I grab
My shotty and go on a pushy, push me
(Push me) see if I don't blow off your
Head and turn you to cookie, pussy
Push me, today ain't the day, I promise
You wanna get found in a forest
Ain't nothin' to empty my gun in a forehead
(Pussy)
What the fuck is the problem, pussy? I grab
My shotty and go on a pushy, push me
(Push me) see if I don't blow off your
Head and turn you to cookie, pussy
Push me, today ain't the day, I promise
You wanna get found in a forest
Ain't nothin' to empty my gun in a forehead
(Pussy)

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