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Diggin' Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Parker Meridien
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Ryan Parker




Parker Meridien - Diggin' Me Lyrics




Souls are sold for loads of dough
The price is paid in gold
Diamond rings and shiny things own you but you don't know
When it comes to the public try not to love them they are sold four loads of dough
When they tell the whole hood your album went wood you'll see for yourself for sure
See I went around thinking it ain't hard to be in the in crowd
I'd been there for a couple of years
Some of my peers they came and they went I figured I hadn't
I'm safe in my status that's so wrong they're giving out side eye to good guys
Won't catch me looking I'm too busy cooking
They'll give shots to get a shot at hip hop and this is not just me here complaining Because mama I made it
Souls are sold four loads of dough
The price is paid in gold
Diamond rings and shiny things on you but you don't know
Feeling me
Feeling me
Now they all wanna chill with me
Chill with me
Chill with me
Now they want to have bills with me

She said P your phony
You fake
A persona you made for the stage and the cash and the hoes
Laugh because I know after shows she would be with me
Mad that a playboy ain't the player that he seems to be
A little less Hefner than she expect
A little less Beatty than they see when I'm chilling drinking Baileys on the rocks
Real talk I am square as a pizza box
Chilling on the humble eating food in the chicest spots
Wow
They giving out side eye to good guys
Won't catch me looking I'm too busy cooking
They seriously serious like Facebook is famous while me
I'm just playing like hook bring the Nate in
Souls are sold four loads of dough
The price is paid in gold
Diamond rings and shiny things on you but you don't know
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Souls are sold for loads of dough
The price is paid in gold
Diamond rings and shiny things own you but you don't know
When it comes to the public try not to love them they are sold four loads of dough
When they tell the whole hood your album went wood you'll see for yourself for sure
See I went around thinking it ain't hard to be in the in crowd
I'd been there for a couple of years
Some of my peers they came and they went I figured I hadn't
I'm safe in my status that's so wrong they're giving out side eye to good guys
Won't catch me looking I'm too busy cooking
They'll give shots to get a shot at hip hop and this is not just me here complaining Because mama I made it
Souls are sold four loads of dough
The price is paid in gold
Diamond rings and shiny things on you but you don't know
Feeling me
Feeling me
Now they all wanna chill with me
Chill with me
Chill with me
Now they want to have bills with me

She said P your phony
You fake
A persona you made for the stage and the cash and the hoes
Laugh because I know after shows she would be with me
Mad that a playboy ain't the player that he seems to be
A little less Hefner than she expect
A little less Beatty than they see when I'm chilling drinking Baileys on the rocks
Real talk I am square as a pizza box
Chilling on the humble eating food in the chicest spots
Wow
They giving out side eye to good guys
Won't catch me looking I'm too busy cooking
They seriously serious like Facebook is famous while me
I'm just playing like hook bring the Nate in
Souls are sold four loads of dough
The price is paid in gold
Diamond rings and shiny things on you but you don't know
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Writer: Ryan Parker
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