Digga D – No Diet Lyrics

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“No Diet” lyrics

Digga D Lyrics

Whip it, set it, flick it, cheff it
Cop it, chop it, press it
Cop it, lock it, sell it
Rob it, fly it, drop it, dry it, it’s there on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain’t diet

Your nose to the gun then buss, lean, lean with the gun like Russ
No one ain’t dying, they lying on us, no carb in the yard then I’m flying it dust
Truss, no loyalty, she’s lining them up
No royalty, your queen give it up, cheff chest and back, I’m leaving him rubbed (Ching)
Up and down, no seesaw, detour, oi, dodge that neenaw
I got 6 and if you add 3 more, then I’m somewhere where I might get recalled
And I’m tired of seeing the can, whole ting get shell down
(Woy-woy-woy-woy-woy-woy)
Got the fairy .44, big bang (Bubu)
Bro don’t box like Joshua, shank game popular, do man proper, shotta
Throw me a box and I got ya, man take risks for the pounds and prosper
Prosper, they had me in the can like Foster, let the Star buck for the cream, no Costa (Cream)
Don’t really want beef, who’s copying me? Some silly imposter

Whip it, set it, flick it, cheff it
Cop it, chop it, press it
Cop it, lock it, sell it
Rob it, fly it, drop it, dry it, it’s there on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain’t diet
Whip it, set it, flick it, cheff it
Cop it, chop it, press it
Cop it, lock it, sell it
Rob it, fly it, drop it, dry it, it’s there on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain’t diet

Spill some juice, KA
And it was a carnival crush when bro CJ got three in a day
17 with a .38, praying that they come my way
.32’s, .25’s and .40’s, conceived in the 90’s
Born in the noughties, cover these tats’ when I’m going on walkies
No porkies, jail house filled stories
OT, hit town, need more fiends, so I’m on the M, switch lane like Tory (Skrr)
Bill up my spot and I’m leaving it gory
Surely, surely, bro’s faster, he’ll do it before me (Neeaw)
You want it? I got it, call me, I whip it and lock it at Pauly’s
This one’s feeling horny
Got a rusty ting from South with the mouth, she ain’t getting more than Morleys
I’mma buss in her mouth by all means

Whip it, set it, flick it, cheff it
Cop it, chop it, press it
Cop it, lock it, sell it
Rob it, fly it, drop it, dry it, it’s there on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain’t diet
Whip it, set it, flick it, cheff it
Cop it, chop it, press it
Cop it, lock it, sell it
Rob it, fly it, drop it, dry it, it’s there on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain’t diet

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