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Kiddish Klub - What Them Digits

Mad Religious OUT NOW on all platforms: https://album.link/s/2H07sI5x7NmXqX7K... Lyrics: Wollmoney and ChefBoyAdi Prod. by: Ballstein Mix/Master: Beau Vallis Follow Kiddish on Instagram:   / itskiddish   Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2ugyT... Soundcloud:   / kiddishklub   Facebook:   / kiddishklubmusic   Lyrics: Aye pretty ho What them digits though Popeye with the spinach Gave me strength for a minute Got our eyes always low Cuz we blowin' 'dro We really hope you kiddin' Cuz we know it only Kiddish All up in it Aye pretty ho What them digits though Popeye with the spinach Gave me strength for a minute Got our eyes always low Cuz we blowin' 'dro We really hope you kiddin' Cuz we know it only Kiddish All up in it Ki Di Di Dish Make a dish Put the basil in Roll some cannabis Imma piss Play the game again Laugh a little bit Add some chicken dip And chardonnay A bottle down I’m on display With vodka shots and I’m vacationing (Ay ay) To Avi, Joe and Jerry Prophet’s word to the father The better part of my product The reason I keep it honest My left brain Connecting the rhythm popping the chest plate Older bitches dancing and locking up like its checkmate No more options (Noo) That’s what I get when I’m starin’ down at the conflict Right between a hard place Unstable state of mind Dog chase Right between The line to where the tape would just rewind Base Basically I’m concave I go inside to where I’m basically This old age Motherfuckin’ rapping addicted cable guy who ain’t got no name and no fame but kill the industry with music Videos and gold chains So go ahead and take pic Shoot a flick Advertise and label It’ll prolly make me more legit In fact It’s Kiddish with the print Rocket logo on the zip Levontin to Letterman Lemon wedges on the tip top Aye pretty ho What them digits though Popeye with the spinach Gave me strength for a minute Got our eyes always low Cuz we blowin’ ‘dro We really hope you kiddin’ Cuz we know it only Kiddish All up in it Aye pretty ho What them digits though Popeye with the spinach Gave me strength for a minute Got our eyes always low Cuz we blowin’ ‘dro We really hope you kiddin’ Cuz we know it only Kiddish All up in it Right In front my television Check what Netflix recommendin’ It’s Wollmoney with the vision Without a doubt without a mention we don’t want that no admission Ease it up and have discretion I put the mission in permission Play it blessing while finessin’ Mind ya business Mind ya business Ay ay Baby listen We could work it out like fitness I’m forealness I gave up killin all these kittens But you gotta quit trippin’ with the quickness Bad decisions, lack of listening I ain’t kiddin Cuz You the baddest out of bitches I know And that’s my word I put that shit on my soul You ain’t playing with the silver or gold Ballzy drivin’ and he gassin’ up full Shit bouta pop Like acne Cars and fashion All flashy Shit abouta be happenin’ It’s Kiddish Ditch the klub In a taxi Bitches be trashy All tacky Play it off like they classy Like woah Aye pretty hoe where the digits though I got the pack with the jets and killer flow Commit to nothing at the time except for Kiddish goals and when We packin’ Tel Aviv they gone be screaming 'Ballz' Aye pretty hoe where the digits though I got the pack with the jets and killer flow Commit to nothing at the time except for Kiddish goals and when We packin’ Tel Aviv they gone be screaming 'Ballz'