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DigDat - Pcx (feat. Headie One) (clean version)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DigDat
DigDat
Vocals
Headie One
Headie One
Vocals
Renzo
Renzo
All Instruments
CZR
CZR
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DigDat
DigDat
Composer
Headie One
Headie One
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Renzo
Renzo
Producer
CZR
CZR
Producer
Sean Donoghue
Sean Donoghue
Mixing Engineer
Jamie Mellor
Jamie Mellor
Engineer

Lyrics

Govs on us man for drugs, takin' my TV, had me vexxed
Pockets full when I cut through West, chains VVS, I can't feel my chest
Still, still, still get 'round on a 125, might do it on a PCX
Guns, all man talk is guns, takin' a chance might get you kwenged
He was pissed when he got it in his forehead, bro tried send man healthcare
Every, every day, used to check my doorstep, pissed 'cause I never had mail there
If I swing this ting, then I'm through them leathers
You shoulda wore a cover, I'll dip in your puffa, I swear he was losin' feathers
Knife went nuts when I pushed through sweaters
Squeeze that shank, grip that firm, I did it bareback with my left hand
I get top, get top, man's tyin' her hair back, and she got the Gucci headband
Induction, had no lighter, tried to use staples, they blew my cable
Had guvs at my door with puppies, they ain't gettin' in, gotta move my table
Nuff pay earned, splash on my jeans, I bust them low, when I walk, I'm tuggin'
Knife went serious, oh, so hideous, wanna see his neck back, gushin'
Swing this shank, pray it don't bend, tryna bring this tip back blooded
Tryna tear out your guts and livers, S still stuck and I cut like scissors
Sleep with the addicts, cup full of magic, got it in my pot like a wizard
Step out, who's that? What's that? A bisshead, CID in my mirrors
A young boy wanna pay five-fif' for a half of rock, that's a arctic monkey
Said he breaks it down into dots, said he tryna buy smoke like Dorothy
Bro, bro still slaps it in reverse, he don't really care about parking properly
Still hop out with the rams or smoke, show them 'bout barkin' properly
Bad, bad B and she ain't from oppsy, throw it back and she arch it properly
She name names cah she asked me properly, so I done up my last shit properly
Had one and then it turned two pack, lookin' like Ronnie and Roxy (Doubled)
Still gotta duck from the boys in blue, can't get caught with this iron, no Robben
Greased them boots, now they lookin' all polished
You can't afford to get hit with this copper or you're gonna need more than a Ibuprofen
Ain't ever been a Section 18 if it was me, that done that pokin'
Back that war saw like it's from Poland
Been on the wing, and they want me right back
Dodged it, swear I just did it like Coleman
Whip that yola, scrape that pot
When I, when I blink, twenty-eight grams gone
Them man there ain't real trappers
They're just playin' with the 'caine like Son
Invest in dingers, headlights off
It's us that made this sticky, no Sellotape when I take that block
Hear the undies screamin' out "delta", sword on my back like Zelda
I just pray I don't get nicked like Anelka
I, I try and put nine to his neck like Rondo
Do it for my guys, no rights or wrong, bro
Index, index still itchin', no license, still ride like we're legal
And my buj run black, it's lethal, look at his arm, it's feeble
I'm in the T house, watch him inject, now he's gonna infect this Nurofen needle
Too much mould on the ceiling, grub gettin' sold this evenin'
That, that, that, dot, dot came with the nose off, me and S like Caine and O-Dog
Two peng ones came to the condo, I just want top, though, don't take clothes off
Govs on us man for drugs, takin' my TV, had me vexxed
Pockets full when I cut through West, chains VVS, I can't feel my chest
Still, still, still get 'round on a 125, might do it on a PCX
Guns, all man talk is guns, takin' a chance might get you kwenged
Govs on us man for drugs, takin' my TV, had me vexxed
Pockets full when I cut through West, chains VVS, I can't feel my chest
Still get 'round on a 125, might do it on a PCX
Guns, all man talk is guns, takin' a chance might get you kwenged
Written by: DigDat, Headie One
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