Diggy Simmons - What You Say To Me lyrics

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Diggy Simmons - What You Say To Me lyrics

[Verse 1] Let me pop my collar Pick it up, pick it up like I dropped my wallet Litterer, everything you dropped's been garbage Got me all wound ya'll done got done got me started Wish a n***a would try I ain't with the drama Take me for a good guy, Michael Jordan's number I ain't with the bull jive, all I do is holla I can bring the wolves out, let 'em satisfy they hunger The number one question: What's up with your fam? Seen pictures of your sister doin' yoga in the sand How is you and Jojo? Is he mad? I'm just sayin' And we ain't seen Vanessa since the show last premiered Damn - I'm tired of hearing it I just wanna rap my way to the top of the pyramid Be the best lyricist, alive, dead, period I'm made for the crown yo peep the way I'm wearin' it Whoever claim king nah I ain't dissin ya Hey you might be king but your title's only titular Everybody listen up: Blows I hick em up Tear down shows, every stage I rip em up Taking ya'll to school keep up with your curricular If you ain't talking money keep it movin, vehicular I got thick skin with a coat and I zipped it up So when you talk out your lip, I say n***a what Ha [Hook] What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? [Verse 2] The other day I was listening to Purple Rain Couldn't believe all the things I heard 'em say "Who Dat? Who Dat?" You know who it is Heard you lying on my sis telling people that you hit When your album drops I'm gonna hit you with your bricks So I'm gonna bomb first on you since you wanna rift Who you gonna call? You ain't got no friends This fight is fixed ha, you ain't got no wins Lil n***a think he cold, think he live like me Jetsetter, trendsetter nah you not like me Can't find a girl you know that do not like me I can't find a girl I know who know you Wasn't even poppin' in the school you used to go to Got aight lyrics but can't deliver your vocals I'm about to read you your rights, Miranda Only thing you hittin in the morning is your hand, uh Stand up, matter of fact sit down Don't try to call Hovi Hov for a sit down College boy, actin' like a criminal Knowing that you brokeback, Jake Gyllenhaal Uh! You imaginary player Even TMZ didn't notice you was there Jeez you are such a dweeb And your shirts don't fit: long arms, short sleeves Heesh [Hook]