DIGGY SIMMONS

DIGGY SIMMONS - What You Say To Me lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1]

Let me pop my collar

Pick it up, pick it up like I dropped my wallet

Litterer, everything you dropped's been garbage

Got me all wound ya'll done got done got me started

Wish a nigga would try I ain't with the drama

Take me for a good guy, Michael Jordan's number

I ain't with the bull jive, all I do is holla

I can bring the wolves out, let 'em satisfy they hunger

The number one question: What's up with your fam?

Seen pictures of your sister doin' yoga in the sand

How is you and Jojo? Is he mad? I'm just sayin'

And we ain't seen Vanessa since the show last premiered

Damn - I'm tired of hearing it

I just wanna rap my way to the top of the pyramid

Be the best lyricist, alive, dead, period

I'm made for the crown yo peep the way I'm wearin' it

Whoever claim king nah I ain't dissin ya

Hey you might be king but your title's only titular

Everybody listen up: Blows I hick em up

Tear down shows, every stage I rip em up

Taking ya'll to school give up with your curricular

If you ain't talking money keep it movin, vehicular

I got thick skin with a coat and I zipped it up

So when you talk out your lip, I say nigga what

Ha

[Hook]

What you say ta me?

What you say ta me?

What you say ta me?

[Verse 2]

The other day I was listening to Purple Rain

Couldn't believe all the things I heard 'em say

"Who Dat? Who Dat?" You know who it is

Heard you lying on my sis telling people that you hit

When your album drops I'm gonna hit you with your bricks

So I'm gonna bomb first on you since you wanna rift

Who you gonna call? You ain't got no friends

This fight is fixed ha, you ain't got no wins

Lil nigga think he cold, think he live like me

Jetsetter, trendsetter nah you not like me

Can't find a girl you know that do not like me

I Can't find a girl I know who know you

Wasn't even poppin' in the school you used to go to

Got aight lyrics but can't deliver your vocals

I'm about to read you your rights, Miranda

Only thing you hittin in the morning is your hand, uh

Stand up, matter of fact sit down

Don't try to call Hovi Hov for a sit down

College boy, actin' like a criminal

Knowing that you brokeback, Jake Gyllenhaal

Uh! You imaginary player

Even TMZ didn't notice you was there

Jeez you are such a dweeb

And your shirts don't fit: long arms, short sleeves

Heesh

[Hook]

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