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lirik lagu no diet (remix) [mashup) – digga d

[intro: taze & am]
look how many times we lurked and the feds came just in time (lucky, boy)
dj discretion
i’m gonna pattern man down like head, shoulders, knees and toes
head, shoulders, knees and toes
ghosty
head, shoulders, knees and toes
head, shoulders knees and toes
what ends you from badman? i’ve asked and n0body knows

[chorus: digga d]
whip it, set it
fl!ck 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)
[verse 1: taze]
who’s my man? n0body knows
i might make a man dash like my man doin’ the heel*and*toes
what ends you from badman? i’ve asked and n0body knows
i’m gonna pattern man down like head, shoulders, knees and toes
head, shoulders, knees and toes
who’s my man? n0body knows
i might make a man dash like my man doin’ the heel*and*toes
what ends you from badman? i’ve asked and n0body knows
i’m gonna pattern man down like head, shoulders, knees and toes
head, shoulders, knees and toes
they love chattin’, back my ting i love spazzin’
had a man so bright, that’s a left and a right, no might i’m certainly bangin’
active, don’t mad me, ask (?)
active, don’t mad me ask them
on a right might slide with all of my friends, so the (?), i ain’t talking in 10, 10
heads, heads and shoulders, flip shanks like motorola’s
lives chased, still brukin’ down boulders, boulders
my guys stepping in loafers
no cap, have you ever been shofer’d? i can do it on my own or with soldiers
i heard drill’s gettin’ banned that’s bogus, bogus, uk charts has showed us
do it like russ or fat joe, lean back and let that blow
still get life from the ar rambz, so my n*gga love dot for the low
got lethal b for the roads, pow, my n*ggas still whippin’ up snow
got lethal sticks for the roads, wow, my n*gga wanna let that go, go, go, go
[chorus: digga d]
whip it, set it
fl!ck 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
fl!ck 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)

[verse 2: digga d]
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’ h*rny
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
[chorus: digga d]
whip it, set it
fl!ck 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
fl!ck 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)

[verse 3: headie one]
18 hunna for the new rusty
man grab it and kick it like rugby
i was in the t house, head back dusty
still waking up to nudes in country
four and a half in the bando
profit oh so lovely
my little bro sh*tted out the pack and flushed it
tell me how he could be so clumsy?
these bad bs coming to the niz
they don’t really love me, but they love me
from qway, been doing up upsy
yeah, i swear man done more sales than gumtree
if i get me that drop, it won’t be nuttin’ like humpty’s
backdoor bus, we could get dumpy
these opps can’t never get comfy

[verse 4: dave]
look
no composure, still flip like motorolas
diss me? then i’m phoning bro up
hop into the oldest motor
my west ting want to leave me
but i told her i need three weeks’ notice
don’t listen to them, they’re loafers
we got beef with them man’s olders
olders, hocus pocus
eyes all rolling back
gotta tap that face like “babes, stay focused”
we ain’t ever had no*
you see, most of my gs got birded
that’s why i’ve still gotta watch for the vultures
somalis i roll with
so it’s akhi on the side like salt fish
literally
man’s been tryna make history
but my little n*gga in the ends
and he’s still tryna turn man history
i’ve got twins in leicester
both tryna say that they’re into me
but they ain’t getting no ring from me
that’s pot noodles and indomie
so, man just put d*ck in her belly
that girl got a big back like tellys
in two*double*0 five, man’s not ready
my somali called ali, not dele
that girl wasn’t worthy of the bedroom
my brudda, she got touched on the settee
man came in heavy
you know what it is, it’s dave and headie

[chorus: digga d]
whip it, set it
fl!ck 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
fl!ck 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)

[outro: taze]
dj discretion
i’m gonna pattern man down like head, shoulders, knees and toes
head, shoulders, knees and toes

- digga d

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