Grey Tracky Lyrics – Digga D
Ight, look, yo
She want the long ***, the long ***, the daddy *** (Grr)
Turn off her jaws, I’m gonna savage it
Damage it, and now she can’t walk, that’s some cabbage *** (Yeah)
Stroke the ***, when I scratch, she can’t manage it (Ah)
I won’t eat her ***, bring another *** to eat though (Nope)
Freak hoes (Freak hoes), *** (***)
What you mean who I’m with? I’m with three bros (Gang)
She wanna do all three, Migos (Migos)
After I get the blows, 6:30, IVD touch her toes
When she’s coming to the crib, she ain’t wearing no clothes
And I get a better sight, so I’m taking her phones
Digga D, you’re lit
I been fly, I been fly
“Why you *** quick?”
You’re being tight, being tight
And I’ma keep stroking, creampie, creampie
Let me clean you up
Clean tap, clean tap
Fresh trim, grey tracky, grey tracky
She loves a gunman, I stay strappy
Fresh trim, grey tracky, grey tracky
She loves a gunman, I stay strappy
I wore the black Nike Tech, she told me “Change it to the grey”
Bae, I love it when the ***’s on display
Ayy, ayy, she said a *** make her day
If I ain’t swallowing, then I’m *** on your face
I wore the black Nike Tech, she told me “Change it to the grey”
Bae, I love it when the ***’s on display
Ayy, she said a *** make her day
If I ain’t swallowing, then I’m *** on your face (Ah, ooh)
You a squitter or a creamer?
Find out, baby boy, push it deeper (Ah)
Baby, turn up the speaker
It’s gettin’ messy down there, I’ll make it neater
He ain’t never had a freak bring him over (Yeah)
I wanna *** him to my bed to my sofa (To the where?)
Missionary when we ***, switch it over (Yeah)
Put my leg over his head like it’s yoga (I’ma never eat the cat)
Big *** ***, see the *** through the pants
***, I’ma take it like a champ (Yeah)
***, baby, hit the back of my glands
Put your finger in this ***, I’ma suck it with no hands
She don’t want a boyfriend, she want a *** buddy
Daddy, come to the crib, I wanna suck daddy
Are you spittin’? Are you swallowing?
‘Cause if you’re spitting out my kids then I ain’t bothering
Fresh trim, grey tracky, grey tracky
She loves a gunman, I stay strappy
Fresh trim, grey tracky, grey tracky
She loves a gunman, I stay strappy
I wore the black Nike Tech, she told me “Change it to the grey”
Bae, I love it when the ***’s on display
Ayy, ayy, she said a *** make her day
If I ain’t swallowing, then I’m *** on your face
I wore the black Nike Tech, she told me “Change it to the grey”
Bae, I love it when the ***’s on display
Ayy, she said a *** make her day
If I ain’t swallowing, then I’m *** on your face (Ah, ooh)