I Diggidy feat. MyGrane McNastee - Most Certified | Текст песни

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• I Diggidy feat. MyGrane McNastee
• Most Certified

yo whats proper?
yo wattup? from NYC to Moscow man
Most Certified, I.D., 2 double o 9
Garimastah, Kostean

hook

Its the most certified M to the C
I to the D, repeat it after me ugh
the most certified M to the C\
I to the D now u repeat it after me ugh
Its the most certified M to the C
I to the D, now you repeat it after me
the most certified M to the C\
I to the D now u repeat it after me

verse 1: I Diggidy

Ay yo higness, ay yo highness
I bet u aint feelin this cuz u gotta sit behind us
u got yo ticket but I gotta get the finest seats ayyo
streets taught me that
bad boy on the mic wit the deep shit
speak from the state o mind thats IDalistic
n ballistics, never learned
cus even lil babies knows that them bullets burn
its a loaded flow, ima slow it yo\
u talk about guns too much
I been a lotta places seen a lotta faces,
been in situations that ended up in bracelets
five oh give a homie bad facelifts
so I watch out 4 the coppers when I blaze spliffs
I dont praise this or put it on the pedestal
but if it is a matter of yo life would u grab a steel?

hook

the most certified M to the C
My to the Grane yo repeat it after me
the most certified M to the C
My to the Grane yo cmon say it with me
the most certified M to the C
My to the Grane yo repeat it after me
the most certified M to the C
My to the Grane pay homage to the name

verse 2: MyGrane McNastee

losania on the brain food for thought
rise and beans collade green, herse a auntrae on the grain
im fucking hot like vagina on a plane
my to the grane you can find him on the stage
words jump off a page and rescue thos who lost in they train
of thought caught in the pouring rain strom
pour a little malt liquor
you could tell i was born to do this
not a accident
its three e's in the word emcee
its not a acronym
never been abstinent they wanna come to the pad and pen
rappin since eleven Im certified at the spit
got rhymes in my head beats in my heart
shine in my skin, the flow hurricane with thoughts in the wind
spark gods with the tip
of my finger
peep the jargone when i kick
when i say mars bore is my dick
blunts to all of my kin
i repend cus i sin
thats the nature of men
i make a plan and a plan to win