Ya Dig Lyrics – Young Nudy

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[Intro]
Hahaha, what the fu*k, n!gga?
Hell, yeah, n!gga
Lemme in this muhfu*ka
Straight up, yeah (We don't give a fu*k about none, then let a muhfu*ka know, fu*k a n!gga, n!gga)
From the 5, middle finger, b!tch, you know I am legit (Yeah, n!gga)
I still ride around with a dirty stick (I'm really E-A for real, n!gga)
Yeah (We ain't spinning or letting nothing fly, fu*k n!gga)

[Chorus]
I ride with the n!gga kick doors, ya dig? (Ya dig?)
Backdoor shawty, wipe your nose, ya dig? (Ya dig?)
I got your b!tch tryna let me dig (Let me dig)
I'm digging in her pu*sy, tryna have her kids (Tryna have her kids)
I'm buss down, shawty, bust down with the kids (The kids)
Bust up s*it, shoot you straight in your wig (Straight in your wig)
Your whole damn clique, man, they pu*sy, my nig' (My nig')
And y'all n!ggas really ain't doing s*it (Doing s*it)

[Verse 1]
All this gangbanging 4L s*it, I influence ('Fluence)
Since I was a young n!gga, that's what I'm doing (That's what I'm doing)
Packing pistol head, yeah, I'm wiping nose daily (Daily)
Front door, backdoor, fu*k you, n!gga, pay me (Pay me)
I don't give a fu*k, if I know ya, I cross ya' (Cross ya')
Just 'cause I rob for it, still gon' cost ya' (Cost ya')
Head down, chill, n!gga, cosa nostra (Nostra)
But don't think this four-fifth won't cock back and stroke ya' (Ooh)
Pu*sy-ass n!gga, know we fu*k n!ggas over (Uh-huh)
Boy, it ain't no limit when you fu*k with my soldiers (Fu*k with my soldiers)
'Member Hot Boyz? Hit 'em up and I told ya' (Told ya')
A n!gga scream, "Ugh," know the chopper had blowed him (Damn)

[Chorus]
I ride with the n!gga kick doors, ya dig? (Ya dig?)
Backdoor shawty, wipe your nose, ya dig? (Ya dig?)
I got your b!tch tryna let me dig (Let me dig)
I'm digging in her pu*sy, tryna have her kids (Tryna have her kids)
I'm buss down, shawty, bust down with the kids (The kids)
Bust up s*it, shoot you straight in your wig (Straight in your wig)
Your whole damn clique, man, they pu*sy, my nig' (My nig')
And y'all n!ggas really ain't doing s*it (Doing s*it)

[Verse 2]
X pill, Molly, Roxy, codeine colder (Colder)
Take a toast with my cup, n!gga had smoked 'em (Smoked 'em)
I ain't talking Instagram when they had post 'em (Ooh)
Heard 'bout the news, hood ain't gon' have told 'em (Told 'em)
Seen me in person, real n!gga brush shoulders, yeah
If you was a pu*sy n!gga, slime not tryna know ya (Hell nah)
Man, I'm sticking to myself, Savage must ain't told ya' (Must ain't told ya')
If you come around Nudy, he'll fu*k n!ggas over (He'll fu*k n!ggas over), pu*sy

[Break]
Yeah, n!gga
Hahahaha, I ain't even talking about the fu*king corner shop
Man, you know I ain't' sparing these pu*sy-ass n!ggas, man

[Chorus]
I ride with the n!gga kick doors, ya dig? (Ya dig?)
Backdoor shawty, wipe your nose, ya dig? (Ya dig?)
I got your b!tch tryna let me dig (Let me dig)
I'm digging in her pu*sy, tryna have her kids (Tryna have her kids)
I'm buss down, shawty, bust down with the kids (The kids)
Bust up s*it, shoot you straight in your wig (Straight in your wig)
Your whole damn clique, man, they pu*sy, my nig' (My nig')
And y'all n!ggas really ain't doing s*it (Doing s*it)