Diggy - 88 Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For 88 By Diggy?
You know they gon' say
What Diggy know bout 88? Well I know this much They made a lotta money back then And that's what mine lookin' like Aye lil, it's Diggy Got the key to the city Check my family tree You know uncle taught Diddy Who turned around and taught Biggie And Biggie taught Jigga So you can just imagine what he teaching me My top down in the winter My doors up in the summer I pulled up to the light And I drove off with her number 88 is the number! Like Michael Irvin but younger Ain't no preserving my hunger Well I got 2 years in And a couple of months Yeah, the road was Bobby Brown It had a couple of bumps They be showing me love Minus a couple of chumps In my best Chris Tucker voice, "Is this watchu want?" No need to front Homie pardon my back I'm gettin it crazy How retarded is that? I'm playin' my cards Got a fist fulla ace's And these lil faces I'm spending you prolly could trace it To 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 (And I'm still spending money from 88) I hear the hate I don't sweat it Cause I'm getting that fetti' (I said it) I see a lot of mad rappers Derric D-Dot Angelettie Compliments to the chef Ya boy out here eatin great Homie you ain't no umpire Why you watchin my plate? While you watchin my pockets, Jordan 3?s in my closet I get it all sent to me So, I don't need to go to shoppin I ain't braggin, I'm swaggin My fly ladies what's happening? Shout to Nicki I'm an Aries and we go good with Sag's Ehemm Hope that made you smirk I'm a flirt like Kirk With Dirty Money God made dirt and (Uh) dirt don't hurt This for my, That's gettin it every month on the first No need to front Homie pardon my back I'm gettin it crazy How retarded is that? I'm playin' my cards Got a fist fulla ace's And these lil faces I'm spending you prolly could trace it To 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 (And I'm still spending money from 88!) Yo, That's what my family was rockin' I just sat back and watched em I was only 13 So I ain't know nothin bout coppin' I just knew that they had it And if I asked then I got it It all started from trees Then it turned to narcotics All the whips was exotic All the chicks was erotic All you needed was product And somebody to test it Find a good place to try it Never keep nothin' on you Find a good place to hide it If I'm in it I own it Cause if I like it I buy it Keep the loud in the air Kinekt like that I'm quiet How'd you hop in this platinum And you ain't even near gold Cause I'm still spendin' money That's 24 years old! 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 (And I'm still spending money from 88!) |
Who Wrote 88 By Diggy?
Marcos Palacios, Ernest Clark, Keith James, Peter Phillips, Daniel Simmons, Nasir Jones, David Willis, Jason Phillips, Lonnie Smith, John Maultsby, Shawn Carter
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