YoungRichChris - Digits Lyrics
[Hook]These *****es keep on *****in'These niggas keep on wishin'I cook the codinde in the kitchenI"m countin all of my chickensMan,free my nigga he locked in prisonHe didnt pay for the ticketBut Aye aye aye aye i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep themDigitsI keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep themDigits[Verse 1]Yeah,I keep them digitsI'm counting all of my chickensI got theses hoes switchin'And they washin my dishesThe loud got me trippin'I'm Shootin' up theses niggas like I'm Scottie Pippin yeah like ScottiePippinNiggas tryin be in the waveYo ***** is my slaveShe goin DatWayI've been trappin all dayNiggas watch what they sayGot the money and the KTheses Lil niggas playing gamesTheses Lil niggas go insaneFake niggas tellin storiesTalk about getting brainTalk about getting brainYeah, Talk about gettin' brainI Knew this dude he was Spanish I mean he from SpainHe was on that purple rainHe been to bandoNiggas played him like a pianoHe played them back like NintendoThey asked what was his name and it was FernandoI heard he been to OrlandoI know a dude named OrlandoIght let just trap to bando[Hook]These *****es keep on *****in'These niggas keep on wishin'I cook the codinde in the kitchenI"m countin all of my chickensMan,free my nigga he locked in prisonHe didnt pay for the ticketBut i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them digitsI keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep themDigits[Verse 2-YRC]Ooh,I feel Like YatchyI'm *****in' on theses thottiesNiggas gettin' missin, they loses bodiesOoh I'm whippin in my *****ing AudiI know Christmas passed but I want a ***** who is naughtyNot a ***** who is snottyYeah I want her to be bad & boujee I drop a 50 in some *****ing blue chesseI pipe it up and get it missinI got *****es kissinAnd they keep on switchinMy a-Game on twitchGot so much money I might be richTheses fake niggas talkin' shitI got vans on my feetNiggas trappin to beatMan ***** a seat beltWatch the *****in seat meltI ain't no Christian but I pray before eatI keep the key to the streetI keep the key to the streetYeah,I keep the key to the streetI got the key to the streetWait, i keep the key to the street?[Hook]These *****es keep on *****in'These niggas keep on wishin'I cook the codinde in the kitchenI"m countin all of my chickensMan, free my nigga he locked in prisonHe didnt pay for the ticketBut aye aye aye aye i keep them digits, i keep them digits,i keep themDigitsI keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep themDigits
