DigBar - STAMINA

{intro: bottesen}
Yuh (what the fuck!?)
Aye

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Got my toys in the back like santa
Make his arms cross like he watchin' black panther
"why you block me?" i don't have the answers
Taxed that bitch, i'ma eat it like fanum (aye)
Pop out, meet dennis
Too many hoes, don't know how to manage
Told me she fuck if i bring her to panama
Three rounds in and i ran out of stamina (huh huh)

{verse 1: bottesen}
Got more shoes than a dad got booze
If you haven't read the news, nobody ain't losin'
Sippin' on henny in the cruise, can't trade these views
Know your daughter stay choosin'
Movin', hit it one time, keep movin'
Didn't touch your girl, but she bumpin' my music
Groovin', lay it down the track and the groove
'cause the bitches at my show sayin', "botty, this is a movie" (huh huh)
Chefin', i'm stephen, i'm cookin', i'm curry
I come with the 'leven, i'm bettin' you worry
My neck is a blizzard, and yours is the flurry
I'm airin' it out, then i leave in a hurry
I'm raisin' this shit like cane's
I told you, i'm lettin' it rain
It's funny, when you at the top
How many real ones you know gon' remain?

{chorus: bottesen}
Got my toys in the back like santa
Make his arms cross like he watchin' black panther
"why you block me?" i don't have the answers
Taxed that bitch, i'ma eat it like fanum (aye)
Pop out, meet dennis
Too many hoes, don't know how to manage
Told me she fuck if i bring her to panama
Three rounds in and i ran out of stamina (huh huh)

{verse 2: digbar & bottesen}
Man, bring me any women, i guarantee i can handle her
Ninety-nine rounds, i never run out of stamina
Neck hella cold, got my ice out of canada
Four bitches on me, eight legs like tarantula
I ain't never gettin' tired, i got hella endurance
And make sure you stackin' money 'cause it's hella important
I'm with botty in this bitch, and we bodyin' this bitch
We be killin' shit, feel like john gotti in this bitch
Nigga, who knows? prolly got yo' thottie in this bitch
Like judo, it's kickin' like karate in this bitch
Man, 2024, we finna make it to the top
We gon' keep doing numbers, that shit ain't gon' stop
Man, it's digbar, ain't nobody doing this shit like me
Callin' me the goat, man, fuck it, guess i might be
Call yourself a rapper, but you only use a type beat
I get on anything, and i turn it into my beat (aye)

{chorus: bottesen}
Got my toys in the back like santa
Make his arms cross like he watchin' black panther
"why you block me?" i don't have the answers
Taxed that bitch, i'ma eat it like fanum (aye)
Pop out, meet dennis
Too many hoes, don't know how to manage
Told me she fuck if i bring her to panama
Three rounds in and i ran out of stamina (huh huh)