"digga" poems
I'm mad I'm fat
It's not my fault
My mom told me that
I look like Wolverine
But I never wear sunscreen
They call me trigga
Cause I am bigga
I feel like Tigga
Because I am a gold digga
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
Dang he is cray cray ,
On my mind by the grey day.
he is a smile. I've waited a while...
He is untame aiming for lame,
more for the mean then for the green....
***** a ***** and a gold digga.
iz name austin ganey he give me a paney .
runnin from hugs nd cravin for drugs.
ill be tha dart & aim for yuhr heart
crazy lazzyy bee miii babyy ;P
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
Boop de booboop
Scloop beep boop
Brun duh dee doodee
Do doot scloop boop
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroo (roll your tongue (if you can(I heard not everyone can roll their tongue)))
Dut dut digga digga yut doo
Bigga Bigga
Doot zoot beeboop
Boop de booboop
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
Me, me, me: I'm just up for dem purple notez like dat purple cow from dat commercial: a Milka spot, no tiramisu, me i got a really black leather jacket, originally stolen by my brate in da name of da hood: we robbed a rich family in my city
dem apartment was closed, but my brate kicked dat door in wit his bosnian feet; 79 inches, balkan handz, workin wit a digga he be carryin dem lockerz; me tellin my brate: we got all dat yayo, so just do it
and now we be eatin cevape and börek, while dem cops are lookin for two of these yugo-haircutz; bluelightz all over da place, sirenz and carz, me carryin da bag no ****** around wit home depot
dear god, just help me dat time: i need me a benz wit dem mega-rimz
now come on and see it, and take it like quick: da yugo-cheater, i'll be rippin off dat cash
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC