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Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop Caramel complexion, feldsburg section Ready for whatever ’case I’m dealin with some next shit Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell Stay dipped with nike airs, oakleys, and pony tails Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my visa Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza Tell them motherfuckers, I’m tight like ebeneezer Scrooge, still look good without ruge My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent Money, money, money, how we blaze Splittin shit three ways with me, zee and pace Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude Flip rhymes so quick you might think I’m test tube Hook: In the showdown, how it go down Get the flow down, watch it go down How it go down, in the showdown Gettin closed down, watch em go down In the showdown, how it go down Put your dough down, watch it go down [verse 2] I’m representin bitches ’round the way We runnin up his box and we ain’t gon have to pay I’m runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of timbs With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins I’m tryin to see a black benz with my back end House on the hill with my publishin deal Shows pay the bills, make it all connect And do some corporate type shit, with my royalty check Now what comes next, grab myself a bex After sex, I tune in to funkmaster flex Then I pop up at stretch, freestyle to death And give a shout out to my mens like I was d-m-x Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown Tell me now cuz that’s how I ball ’bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the u-haul Hook [verse 3] Peace to all my peoples in mission Peace to peoples with they license suspended Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks Who ain’t tryin to hear shit but nicks and fat dicks What, I rock hoods and I be good like foxy Then hit the sushi bars eatin akros with saki I’m smokin damn good and chokey black Niggas know the pokey fat, now all my ex-boyfriends want me back I rip shows, and sip tequila rose And always be around like I was afros Y’all motherfuckers crazy, can never outblaze me Risin to the top cuz that’s how momma raised me Now that the message is embedded The r-a, d-i, g-g, a gon set it Hold up baby cuz that’s when you lost Whole prop is our respect don’t get caught up in the cross Hook  More Rah Digga Song Lyrics
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