No Diet Lyrics - Digga D

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 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, 

Chef 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) 

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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, 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 

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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, 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