Diggin' My Style (Love Me)
(Camaran, can you say hi?)
(Hello)
Niggas hate to see the kid win (They do)
I do it and I do it again
Get caught in that jam, get turnt to jelly, you pretend
If I hit that ho then she gon' run and tell her friends
Got 'em pissed off, they want the P I'm in (P)
I can't talk on pillows, that's the law, that'd be a sin (I can't)
I'm the big dawg, warning on the fence
Shawty worried 'bout the past, but it's in the past tense (Forget it)
Repeat and I rinse (Let's get it)
You ain't smoking zaza, we could tell, don't gotta stench
Don't gotta lie (Nah)
Hate when niggas step up and compete, why do they try (Why)
Hate but if you asked, I'll give you a piece of the pie (I would)
You hurt me, not gon' lie (No cap)
Ain't no taking what you got when you go to the sky
Hope everything and everybody I leave will be alright
Thinking 'bout that shit, it make me sad, I hit a sigh
Asking how you take the ones I love, I wan' know why
Extra, extra, what's the scoop, got 'em diggin' my style
They say wow
Being broke a feeling I ain't had in a while (No)
If I touched her once, she think of Fetti and she smile (I bet she do)
Hit it out the park, but she a babe, shoutout Ruth
And I'm the truth
I been in my duffy, shawty trippin', tryna cuff me
I could put her on her back, but that don't tell me if she love me
I could put her on her back, but that don't tell me if she love me
Check how a young nigga do it, I'm doing the most
Fetti be getting them plays, I'm international, not coast to coast
Living, I don't gotta brag 'bout the shit that I have, I don't gotta boast
Living, I don't gotta brag 'bout the shit that I have, you could see in my posts
I know your intentions, want attention, don't even mention me
And, I see you lurking on my page, you where yo' Finsta be
Had to ask the ho why she look different from her pictures
You be using filters on them reels, you a fisher, ok
Niggas lame, only swing yo' pole when you at Top Golf (Fore)
Switching lanes, crossing over, feeling like I'm Hot Sauce
I'm a pick it up, I ain't gon' drop off (I ain't)
Flexin' 'cause I bossed up, gotta get my rocks off
Eater, eater gotta attitude, but she'll knock yo' socks
Heater, heater, brodie gotta choppa, knock yo' socks off
PETA, PETA, y'all don't want no beef, I understand
This shit ain't unexpected, it was all part of the plan
Extra, extra, what's the scoop, got 'em diggin' my style
They say wow
Being broke a feeling I ain't had in a while (No)
If I touched her once, she think of Fetti and she smile (I bet she do)
Hit it out the park, but she a babe, shoutout Ruth
And I'm the truth (No cap)
I been in my duffy, shawty trippin', tryna cuff me (Cuff me)
I could put her on her back, but that don't tell me if she love me (Love me)
I could put her on her back, but that don't tell me if she love me (Love me, me)
Love me, love me
Love me, love me
Love me, love me
Love me, love me, woah
(Hello)
Niggas hate to see the kid win (They do)
I do it and I do it again
Get caught in that jam, get turnt to jelly, you pretend
If I hit that ho then she gon' run and tell her friends
Got 'em pissed off, they want the P I'm in (P)
I can't talk on pillows, that's the law, that'd be a sin (I can't)
I'm the big dawg, warning on the fence
Shawty worried 'bout the past, but it's in the past tense (Forget it)
Repeat and I rinse (Let's get it)
You ain't smoking zaza, we could tell, don't gotta stench
Don't gotta lie (Nah)
Hate when niggas step up and compete, why do they try (Why)
Hate but if you asked, I'll give you a piece of the pie (I would)
You hurt me, not gon' lie (No cap)
Ain't no taking what you got when you go to the sky
Hope everything and everybody I leave will be alright
Thinking 'bout that shit, it make me sad, I hit a sigh
Asking how you take the ones I love, I wan' know why
Extra, extra, what's the scoop, got 'em diggin' my style
They say wow
Being broke a feeling I ain't had in a while (No)
If I touched her once, she think of Fetti and she smile (I bet she do)
Hit it out the park, but she a babe, shoutout Ruth
And I'm the truth
I been in my duffy, shawty trippin', tryna cuff me
I could put her on her back, but that don't tell me if she love me
I could put her on her back, but that don't tell me if she love me
Check how a young nigga do it, I'm doing the most
Fetti be getting them plays, I'm international, not coast to coast
Living, I don't gotta brag 'bout the shit that I have, I don't gotta boast
Living, I don't gotta brag 'bout the shit that I have, you could see in my posts
I know your intentions, want attention, don't even mention me
And, I see you lurking on my page, you where yo' Finsta be
Had to ask the ho why she look different from her pictures
You be using filters on them reels, you a fisher, ok
Niggas lame, only swing yo' pole when you at Top Golf (Fore)
Switching lanes, crossing over, feeling like I'm Hot Sauce
I'm a pick it up, I ain't gon' drop off (I ain't)
Flexin' 'cause I bossed up, gotta get my rocks off
Eater, eater gotta attitude, but she'll knock yo' socks
Heater, heater, brodie gotta choppa, knock yo' socks off
PETA, PETA, y'all don't want no beef, I understand
This shit ain't unexpected, it was all part of the plan
Extra, extra, what's the scoop, got 'em diggin' my style
They say wow
Being broke a feeling I ain't had in a while (No)
If I touched her once, she think of Fetti and she smile (I bet she do)
Hit it out the park, but she a babe, shoutout Ruth
And I'm the truth (No cap)
I been in my duffy, shawty trippin', tryna cuff me (Cuff me)
I could put her on her back, but that don't tell me if she love me (Love me)
I could put her on her back, but that don't tell me if she love me (Love me, me)
Love me, love me
Love me, love me
Love me, love me
Love me, love me, woah
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Writer(s): Camaran Parker
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