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Digga D - No Diet ❌🥤 (Music Video) | @MixtapeMadness
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Digga D
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Digga D
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ghosty
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Ghosty)
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
Your nose to the gun then buss, lean
Lean with the gun like Russ
Know when they dyin' they lyin' on us
No car up in the yard, then I'm flyin' it, dust
Trust, no loyalty, she's linin' 'em up
No royalty, your queen give it up
Che-chest and back, I'm leavin' her rub
Up and down, no see-saw
Detour, I dodge that neenaw
I got six and if you add three more
Then I'm somewhere where I might get recalled
And I'm tired of seein' the can
Whole ting, whole ting get shell dung
Got the fairy 4-4, big bang
Load them box like Joshua
Shank gettin' 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 Fosters
Little star buck for the cream, no Costa
That **** don't really want beef
He's copyin' me, some silly imposter
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
Spill some juice, KA
And it was a carnival crush when bros got three in a day
Seventeen with a .38
Prayin' that they come my way
Three .225s and .40s
Conceived in the 90s
Born in the noughties
Cover these tats when I'm goin' on walkies
No porkies, jailhouse, full stories
OT, hit town, need more fiends
So I'm on the M, switch lane like Tory
Been in my spot and I'm leavin' it gory
Surely, surely, bro's faster, he'll do it before me
Want it? I got it, call me
I whip it and lock it at Pauly's
This one's feelin' horny
Got a rusty ting from south of the Marsh
She ain't gettin' more than Morleys
I'ma bust in her mouth by all means
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
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
Written by: Digga D
