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Darren Diggs (born 1999/2000), known professionally as DigDat, is a British rapper from Deptford, London. His single "Air Force" peaked at number 20 on the UK Singles Chart following the release of the remix featuring Krept and Konan and K-Trap; this was the first time one of his tracks had entered the top 20. His next single, "No Cap" with Loski, peaked at number 51. more »

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All my VV's dance when the lights off
All this drip, but I'm still in my Nike top
Hundred thousand pound on my neck
They're vexed, you can go ask Icebox
Twenty thousand on rings
Niggas don't do these things (ayy, ayy)
Done put eight in my mouth
So the leng ones love when I grin

Buff ting in the ends when I ride or die
So I let her be my ROD (mm)
No way can I get cuffed, she's rubbed
Was taking the car OT (take it, take it)
Went on a three-double O-two, up one
Hop off and rev that ped (rev it)
I'm tryna lick shots like Lippy
You better not trippy and end up red (dead)
Whip white in the kitchen, stare at the gas go blue
Or I might do it on a digital stove
We still got new build bandos too (bandos)
I got a new ting, send her nude tings
FaceTime me when she stands in the queue (FaceTime)
That's +44 on my call log
And I got a big .44 with a Bulldog (big one)
Got thirty-eight off the Malis for a change
They ain't take no aisles (light)
See a 'Rari stamp on a brizzy
If you got the belly, we're doing up miles
Had all these papers filed
CPS, 'member days on trial (I 'member)
I got love for my ting in Lambeth
Little cocoa butter and brown (brown)
Thought, thought, thought I'm a baby boy
'Til I back that baby 9, they're skiing (ski)
Can't sleep, hear bikes all night
And the hood got eyes, out my window preeing (who's that?)
So I might just load up the dinger (load it)
Slap few flatheads in a spinner (three)
Drawouts way too much
So I might go call off everyone's inner (shh)
Like I'm tryna fly into Milan, I got a big business plan
I came outta jail, no CV, went TT, I got instant grams
PO said I'm not serious, need experience, search for jobs
But I don't wanna stack no shelves
OT's only time I'm setting up shop
Cock it, cock it, one in the head, that's locked away (cock it)
I swear if this one here beats
He's gonna need more than Dr. Dre (boy)
My jeweller did it
That's eighty racks to fill it (eighty racks)
I ain't been broke in a minute (nah)
Man still see opps and spin it (ayy, spin that)
Beat this ting, no radio (beat it)
I'm tryna let it rinse at your heart (brrt)
Man shot straight, got magic
And they wanna know the price on dark
When you hear that they got touched (huh)
Know it defo was my dogs (ayy)
Might pedal 'round on my bike
But I been putting skengs in cars
Try and run a boy down with the shets
He would've got caught, but I needed more breath
Did enough trips in the circle
When I was young, it was G4S
I was in jail as a young boy
Should've been out, tryna squeeze some breasts
Smoking Cali in the daytime
Might shout bless like I need more sess

All my VV's dance when the lights off
All this drip, but I'm still in my Nike top (gang)
Hundred thousand pound on my neck
They're vexed, you can go ask Icebox (ski)
Twenty thousand on rings
Niggas don't do these things
Done put eight in my mouth
So the leng ones love when I grin

Got drillas 'round me
Make sure I keep all my brothers near
This dot-dot long like a pram
If I let it buss, will his mother care? (Buss it)
Got hella long shells and short ones
Man got corn same size as a bore tongue (boy)
Peng one and her friend made more come
Jeet, then I'm speeding off in a sports one (skrrt)
Blash that bujj way before I did raps
They don't know what I do to the beat (bash it)
Like way before I got that date
Just man took trips on a Jubilee (skrrt)
Twelve bills on my Chanel kicks
This drip just turned to a habit
Got real dead fur on my jacket (yeah, yeah)
This probably came from a bird or rabbit (ayy)
Brodie reverse, I slap it (boy)
Did ninety-nine days on basic
I bet them boy wouldn't hack it
Like Calboy, I know that they envy
So I just pray that my knife's not bendy (ching)
Tap, oh, enter my Snapchat
Lovestruck, phat, it's mad what she sent me
(Mad up, mad up, mad up, mad up)

All my VV's dance when the lights off
All this drip, but I'm still in my Nike top (gang)
Hundred thousand pound on my neck
They're vexed, you can go ask Icebox (ski)
Twenty thousand on rings
Niggas don't do these things
Done put eight in my mouth
So the leng ones love when I grin

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