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Intro Yeah, rah digga once again, about to set it on niggas Representing for all my bitches across the globe Ladies we gon’ set it one time, c’mon... Chorus 1 (rah digga) Say fuck y’all niggas (fuck y’all niggas) Everyone of y’all niggas (everyone of y’all niggas) Don’t trust y’all niggas (don’t trust y’all niggas) Fuck all y’all niggas (fuck all y’all niggas) Verse 1 (rah digga) All my bitches that had it up to here We about to make changes coming in the new year Say fuck y’all niggas (fuck y’all niggas) Don’t trust y’all niggas (don’t trust y’all niggas) Stayin’ up in the game give all these lazy fuckers Trife ass strife with all them wack baby mothers Fuck y’all niggas (fuck y’all niggas) Everyone of y’all niggas (everyone of y’all niggas) Let’s take their bail money, make it hair and nail money Chanel money, nike and adidas shell money Bitches ’bout to shut down your whole line of gang Gasp! thinking you gon’ put some shit in money It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting Suck a nigga’s friend, tell his man like he hit it Lying on your dick, blow your spot, oh well Bunch of bum ass niggas can’t even cop hotels Chorus 1 Chorus 2 (young zee) Fuck y’all bitches (fuck y’all bitches) Fuck all y’all bitches (fuck all y’all bitches) I don’t trust y’all bitches (don’t trust y’all bitches) So fuck y’all bitches (fuck y’all bitches) Verse 2 (young zee) On my room ceiling, I got mad mirrors built in So when I fuck you you’re gon’ feel like you’re at the hilton Fake dime hoes, you give ’em alizé You can smell their toungues from a hundred miles away Y’all lame gucci bitches (fake gucci bitches) Stink coochi bitches (stink coochi bitches) My niggas pop girls up in back of zee’s truck But we ain’t going nowhere till after we fuck Cause ? ? ? we might not touch, how that sounding? I don’t give a fuck if a bitch come in growling Tell your girls ’fuck everyone of us’ Y’all hoes can eat till your motheruckin’ stomach bust Drop your drawers, come slop my balls You’ll get a trip going straight to the mall and i... Let your pretty ass run loose And go distract the cops while your ass go ’boost!’ Chorus 1 Chorus 2 Chorus 1 Chorus 2  More Rah Digga Song Lyrics
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