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HFH-Dox Diggla Lyrics 
Produced By Y.D. Stoner


Prehook: 

My soul is immortal
The good book will tell u
Its deity in me

Skin is like bronze
& my

Georgia
Fucking shit up in Florida
Peer pressure is on my heart
And my fear is in the aroma (nigga)

Bruh, you acting like a bitch ass nigga
Peelin' down

and he roll
Keep talking that shit, you get hit then it's over

I'm Thuggin' with five, we right in the 4
We seal team 4 really kick in that door, I'm

but im not in a taxi
I'm not tellin' lies, why they actin' so surprised
I'm the coolest guy in my city, realize
Not afraid to be myself, I'm not in

OF POPEYES
I BEEN SO LOCKED IN
I COULD HIT THE TARGET WITH FETTY WAP EYES
KEEP ON GROWING LIKE THE POT SIZE
WAS ROUND THE CITY WITH THE POT PIES
ALL THEY

working
Hard all by yourself
And no one cares and they just
Brush you off for something else
But in two years they realize that
You never stopped the grind

put the sauce on a peach
Any town any city
Walk around wit my blicky
Yeah yeah
I put time in my image
Never waist it on dese bitches
Yeah yeah
Ima grind

like into the sea
Denzel the Curry the ultimate nigga by far
Your bitch want a xanny
That heat with the candy the bar
In a mad city, I'm gifted I'm

mama's only son

But I live everyday like it's my muthafuckin' last one

Every nigga and they mama askin' why

But I'm in the game live by the game and in

yeah that's me but I'm dangerous
Bust ass, talk is cheap
Empath so I hear you in the lies you speak
Small woodland city OGs
And my Mama Giavanna Milazzo

can say I'm joking when I call my city hell, but
Tossing dollars and pennies in wishing wells
And I promised I'd be gone and forget it by 2012
And I

put this shit in motion
Riding through the city in ya Benz it was me that stole it
Now I'm out my body off the perc I can't even control it
Aye once

many plots in my mind, but I keep it lowkey
Nigga I ain't even gonna show it
If I'm outside the city bitch, I ain't trying to see you hoeing
I ain't pay

top she was havin' cramps
I don't want to, I don't wanna be a dog or another criminal

But they had me in Florida State like I was a seminal
But I

fell

The town of Jersey City is quieting down again
I'm sitting in a gambling club called The Lion's Den
The TV set is blown up, every bit of it is gone

And they say that my style is too similar to pop
I rock shows in the city but I blew up in the burbs
Catch the switching ladies erratic in my gold suburb

hit Bro and put in a order
He know my tolerance high
So he show me ounces ain't looking at little quarters
I did alot to get by
But I love the process

on to they good graces
Then the same set, try to set you up into a dying and livin' reckless
Now, tell me, did you ever get abandoned in a city that you never

a shot down here in Florida, 
And been through a lot, 
Don't Fuck with cops, no, even though I'm tryna be one, 
Nobody stopping me from what the fuck I

fly season, I'll be takin' an angle to style
Currency, I need to wrangle a pile, yeah

You got your wish, I'm whippin' up a hot knish
Go down to Florida

nigga cleaner
I'm gangsta wit it, You could tell by my demeanor
From Carol City, My Spanish thing in Hialeah
But yea my name T, It's nice to meet ya
If

Bitch
Pull up to da club something flammable with me 
And you know I keep it real Mari never saditty
Bouta bag a couple hoes out in Panama City

for the hell of it, no pain no gain yeah tell em nick 
I'm to witty, ain't brewed in the city, I know I lack culture so in tune with my pity but i,

homies walking in the sky just like they're Anakin. 
I remember dropping off those grams to them in Madison. 
Now it's trips to Florida so my toes can feel