DGTL footprint Lyrics by Kwite is the latest English song produced by Monto & TBPz. DGTL footprint Song lyrics are written by Kwite. The song was published on 3rd February 2023.
DGTL footprint Song Details
Song: | DGTL footprint |
Singer(s): | Kwite |
Produced by: | Monto & TBPz |
Written by: | Kwite |
Label(©): | Kwite |
DGTL footprint Lyrics
Bought a new Glock off a Etsy
Imma try and buy that private island off a Epstein
Gotta get my pecs big enough, I can breastfeed
Calves big as fuck, cause I’m driftin’ on the ten speed
Whip sound like a Jetski, insides fleshy
Plenty cholesterol, but my heart’s still empty
Making money off of these kids like I’m Nestle
Smokin’ on this wood got me higher than the rents be; Plan B
No one knows me right away, the hoodie’s lefty
Your an NPC and I don’t do quests-free
Ballsack lookin’ like a 4-piece from Wendy’s
His dick crack my back like an old-school dеsk seat
When he’s donе usin’ me I won’t be left standing
Got tiny arms but my reach still expanding
Love bein’ a sheep, only do shit if it’s trendy
Life’s black and white film, my scene full of pen ink
My gums crawlin’ back like my hairline
It’s why I’m covered up during airtime, my face like bendy’s
Only care about myself I’m worse than Greg Heffley
I can suck my own dick, cause I was born leg breeched
I can waste your time like you’re tryna make the deaf see
Imma legalize child labor, don’t elect me
Courtside at your demise, yeah I got the best seat
Getting sodomized on my mind, it’s interesting
Had a food baby then I flushed it I’m a deadbeat
Everything about me’s a character, a set piece
Shit’s a bigger lie then when they said we gettin’ Debt relief
It’s required: “play a gay guy at the Test read”
Dick so good that I died, imma rest in peace
Laundering my money buyin’ robux, check please
Scammin programmers for some cash is my next thing
You better fuck with K-marts, or we ain’t goin’ be friendly
Don’t shoot subliminals, I won’t know you meant me
Address me directly, brain dead, head’s empty
But I’m in your head, no utilities its rent free
I make your thoughts race like they in the grand prix
Rabid freaks on my tweets ask “please send feet”
I think of the worst thing I can, then press “send tweet”
Out the working class, now I’m ballin’ in the gentry
Ballin’ in the big leagues how Tyler “Ninja” Blevins be (The fuck)
Beat my dick rare, cause I only fuck with red meat
Spittin’ white shit when I’m done like the Weddell sea
I don’t ever come up out my cave like I’m Kenny beats
Make the pussy growl got it goin’ “Rawr XD”
I post a little ass, everyone lookin’ “respectfully”
My body got you stuck staring huh? it’s baby sensory