Digga D - No Diet Lyrics
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No Diet
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What Are The Lyrics For No Diet By Digga D?
Ghosty
Whip it, set it, flick it, chef 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 a 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) That nigga don't really want beef Who's copying me? Some silly impostor Whip it, set it, flick it, chef 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, chef 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, 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 morphine, so I'm on the M, switch lane like Tory (skrrt) 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'ma buss in her mouth by all means Whip it, set it, flick it, chef 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, chef 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 |
Who Wrote No Diet By Digga D?
Rhys Herbert
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What's The Duration Of The No Diet By Digga D?The duration of No Diet is 3:18 minutes and seconds. |
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