LilDigiVert
Citizen
Former President
Supporter
3rd Anniversary
Order of Redmont
Staff
2nd Anniversary
LilDigiVert
attorney
- Joined
- Dec 29, 2020
- Messages
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- #1
By the power vested in me by the Redmont Constitution, I, LilDigiVert, President of the Commonwealth of Redmont, do declare the following under this Executive Order:
The following individuals shall receive a Presidential Commendation from the LilDigiVert/Vanquish69 Administration:
- Goldblooded
- SomeHumanOnEarth
- Intercepticon
The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell
Copped a job Im the GOAT that work at corporate sales
Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel
Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails
I leave for a month and my brothers really go to jail
Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves
It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale
Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'caine, they think they Orson Welles
Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the heck you need more Chanel?"
I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth-quarter sales
I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals
The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn Hill
I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele
Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel
'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film
And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film
Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious
Things get kinky after all these years of dominance
That October sky is lookin' ominous
The money is autonomous
Shout' to Huney, he out in Cali doin' Miami shit
And Westray the watchdog, you fellas know what time it is
I'm in and out of Hoobie Loobie so much, I'm a hobbyist
Girls waitin' on Digi in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist
Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate
Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian
Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed
I feel Czechoslovakian, brodie, what the?
Copped a job Im the GOAT that work at corporate sales
Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel
Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails
I leave for a month and my brothers really go to jail
Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves
It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale
Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'caine, they think they Orson Welles
Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the heck you need more Chanel?"
I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth-quarter sales
I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals
The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn Hill
I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele
Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel
'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film
And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film
Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious
Things get kinky after all these years of dominance
That October sky is lookin' ominous
The money is autonomous
Shout' to Huney, he out in Cali doin' Miami shit
And Westray the watchdog, you fellas know what time it is
I'm in and out of Hoobie Loobie so much, I'm a hobbyist
Girls waitin' on Digi in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist
Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate
Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian
Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed
I feel Czechoslovakian, brodie, what the?