Ms. Roxy - My Lovin' is Digi lyrics

[Intro: RZA] Protect your girl from Bobby Digital [Hook: Force MD's] (x3) Sometimes! I find! Someone, f**in with my p**y My money and my ride Tuck my nine inside my hoodie Sometimes! I find! [Chorus: Ms. Roxy] Catch me if you can bumpin Rides laced in a van - nothin Compares when my n***as come in Ride shotgunin , Bobby keep the love comin I'm sittin pretty and my lovin is Digi [Verse 1: Bobby Digital] Fresh dipped out my laboratory Just dropped down bout 40 stories Hit the ground, you an*log cats ain't got nothin for me Red and blue mismatched shoe, Havana Joe Wu-Wear bandana Play you Vegas type hoes silly, like Dan Tanna Bubble Hilfiger Goose, gold rope thick as hangman noose She had the honey blonde hair mixed, with the chocolate mousse bu*terfly tattoo, Boo, let me holla at you And I'll change that tattoo to a Wu-Tang tattoo New York City ditty bop type slang, girl let's smoke a blantz Hit the Jack Danz, and after that we could dance With the Black Widow, gold Benz with the chrome griddle Fat juicy lips, ebony let me taste your spittle Chorus (except last line) [Bobby Digital] Hair wrapped like Angela Ba**ett for Malcolm X Ice cold golden texts, ca**ette of Inspectah Deck Uncontrolled substance, earring inside her belly bu*ton And one inside her Power-U she said she use for nuttin SCREAM ON IT, Bobby the black Green Hornet Girl DREAM ON IT, I put the k**a Bee sting on it Rejuvenated, honey kept her throat lubricated Let off so much Chi, ginseng couldn't recuperate it Back scratchin, eyes squintin, Dusk to Dawn Quentin Tarantino type p**n, like Lewinsky-Bill Clinton s** it down with no commercial Good Power Universal Self Savior Why B.O.B.B.Y.! Chorus [Bobby Digital] Girl SCREAM ON IT, Bobby the black Green Hornet C'mon DREAM ON IT, the k**a Bee sting on it Screw the top off the boilin pot, girl you must be boilin hot Sit on my unfalling co*k, let me strike your G spot Chorus [Bobby Digital] Yo, kept a n***a well-fed, put seven braids in my head Pillow soft as cobweb, Egyptian cotton bedspread Lyin deep between the legs, I mix the s**m with the eggs Bust off about a keg, she called it creamy nutmeg Chorus [Bobby Digital] Throw on my high beams Her breasts was like two scoops of ice cream I scream, you scream, we all want, ice cream Bone until she fall asleep, she can have a nice dream I scream, you scream, we all want the ice cream Chorus + "and my lovin is Digi.. And my lovin is Digi.. And my lovin, and my lovin And my lovin is Digi" Down-town!