Amelia Amelia Lyrics – Digga D

[Intro: Digga D]
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[Verse 1: Digga D]
My head gets hot, gotta stop
Turn off my phone and come off of social media
Someone nearly got shot
That's what the police are explaining to Cecilia
'Fore this ѕh¡t turns, free me up
I'ma disappear, Amelia, Amelia
Caught him lacking blood
Now he's lacking blood, anaemia (Boom, boom)
You should've been speedier
I'm from the G, but I'm pushing the P, like Gunna
My two pinkies ain't a Wunna
I'm more of a walker in summer
But let one of these yutes try get a come up
'Fore the sun can rise
I'm rising my gun up and somebody's son's getting done up
Thе first and the runner up, skin's getting buning up
çοçκ back thе pocket rock, fling some copper shot
Sutting ain't right in my head, I can feel it
I can't control what's happenin', bro
Blacked out, next thing I know
Man's backed out in Ladbroke, the cheffs and a pole
Blood on my knife, cheffed up a couple of guys
They know how I roll on roads
The real rock band, I was rolling with stones
Dual sim, I don't like rolling with phones

[Chorus: Digga D]
What the fμcκ is the problem, ρμѕѕy?
I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, push me (Push me)
See if I don't blow off your head
And turn you to cookie, ρμѕѕy
Push me, today ain't the day, I promise
You wanna get found in a forest
Ain't nothing to empty my gun in a forehead (ρμѕѕy)
What the fμcκ is the problem, ρμѕѕy?
I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, push me (Push me)
See if I don't blow off your head
And turn you to cookie, ρμѕѕy
Push me, today ain't the day, I promise
You wanna get found in a forest
Ain't nothing to empty my gun in a forehead (ρμѕѕy)

[Verse 2: Digga D]
Let me see one of them walkin'
I'm chopping it up, without talking instantly
When I start stabbing up guys
Don't intervene, push my 15" clean inside his bean
Long magazine in the glee, man buy the beam
I don't put lavender inside of my machine
Anyone that's been slimed out, by the team
Ain't got it back in blood, and that's fine by me
It's cool bro, you ain't got to do nothing more
We believe you
Everyone knows you're a savage
Fling some sweetcorn, turn them cabbage
I heard that the shooter was Spanish
One phone call, I made somebody vanish
Bun out his chest, chalice
High in the sky, from the smoke, couldn't manage

[Chorus: Digga D]
What the fμcκ is the problem, ρμѕѕy?
I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, push me (Push me)
See if I don't blow off your head
And turn you to cookie, ρμѕѕy
Push me, today ain't the day, I promise
You wanna get found in a forest
Ain't nothing to empty my gun in a forehead (ρμѕѕy)
What the fμcκ is the problem, ρμѕѕy?
I grab my shotty and go on a pushy, push me (Push me)
See if I don't blow off your head
And turn you to cookie, ρμѕѕy
Push me, today ain't the day, I promise
You wanna get found in a forest
Ain't nothing to empty my gun in a forehead (ρμѕѕy)

[Outro: Digga D]
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