Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Diet, artist - Digga D. Album song Double Tap Diaries, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: CGM
Song language: English
No Diet |
| Ghosty |
| 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 (Bubu) |
| Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money) |
| Rob it, fly it (Brrr) |
| Drop it, dry it |
| It’s there on demand, I supply it |
| You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet) |
| You know-you know seh the gun then buss |
| Lean, lean with the gun like Russ |
| No one ain’t dyin', they’re lyin' on us |
| No carb in the yard then I’m flyin' it dust (Whi-pow) |
| Truss, no loyalty, she’s linin' 'em up |
| No royalty, your queen give it up |
| Cheff chest and back, I’m leavin' him rubbed (Ching, ching, ching) |
| Up and down, no seesaw |
| Detour, oi, dodge that nee-naw |
| 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 get shell down |
| (Woi-woi-woi-woi-woi-woi) |
| 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 copyin' me? |
| Some silly imposter |
| Whip it, set it |
| Flick it, cheff it |
| Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu) |
| Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money) |
| Rob it, fly it (Brrr) |
| Drop it, dry it |
| It’s there on demand, I supply it |
| You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet) |
| Whip it, set it |
| Flick it, cheff it |
| Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu) |
| Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money) |
| Rob it, fly it (Brrr) |
| Drop it, dry it |
| It’s there on demand, I supply it |
| You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet) |
| Spill some juice, KA |
| And it was a carnival crush when bro CJ got three in a day (Ching) |
| Seventeen with a .38 (Bow) |
| Praying that they come my way |
| .32, .25's and .40's |
| Conceived in the nineties (Nineties) |
| Born in the noughties |
| Cover these tats' when I’m goin' 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 leavin' 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 feelin' horny |
| Got a rusty ting from South with the mouth |
| She ain’t gettin' more than Morleys |
| I’ma buss in her mouth by all means |
| Whip it, set it |
| Flick it, cheff it |
| Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu) |
| Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money) |
| Rob it, fly it (Brrr) |
| Drop it, dry it |
| It’s there on demand, I supply it |
| You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet) |
| Whip it, set it |
| Flick it, cheff it |
| Cop it, chop it, press it (Bubu) |
| Cop it, lock it, sell it (The money) |
| Rob it, fly it (Brrr) |
| Drop it, dry it |
| It’s there on demand, I supply it |
| You know the coke ain’t diet (No Diet) |