Kiddish Klub - What Them Digits

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'

Written by:
Eitan Wollman, Mattan Adi

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