Digga D - TLC lyrics

Yo, look, yo yo
I don’t give a Toseina
I’ll pour a whole half set in the liter
Bells in my cup, bells in my nina
I can’t talk right now, fill lean up
She said I’m lyin’ and called me a cheater
If I’m an animal, I ain’t a cat
I am a ape, Ceaser
I ain’t a follower, I am a leader
Lina, she don’t trust me, that’s fuckery
But, I don’t trust me either

She wants tequila shots and shisha
Sixteen shots in my nine-millimetre
I see brown and look at that.. either
God loves a trier, she’s a believer
Christain girls, they’re always a keeper, keeper

She wanna ride, no CBT
I ain’t jokin’, stop with the, Ke-ke-ke
Told her, Repeat it, Ne, if you sleep with me
Can you keep it a secret, please
I can’t wear grey tracksuits on stage
I’m Jamaican, I got a BBC
I’ll never drop a cross, are you lost
Save them, Jesus, please

I need some TLC, I’m drained
I need some brain
I need a first-class seat on a plane
I want to go some place
Where nobody knows my face, or name
I know, it’s insane
I’m grateful, but I’m kinda tired of fame
I need some brain
I need a first-class seat on a plane
I want to go some place
Where nobody knows my face, or name
I know, it’s insane
And, I’m grateful, but I’m kinda tired of fame

Hear these kids chat about rizz
That’s what I use when I roll up
That’s what I use when I roll up
Walk in a crib like Miz
I got a young G with a head madder than his

Use his nizz, go home and make TikTok vids
Hear these old heads with no bread
Chattin’ ’bout Back in day
This ain’t back in the day
So I’m grabbin’ my gauge
Call up, slappin’ it bait
Take away, hit you eight day hate
Came first, left late, aim burns, left tape
You know me in my devilish ways
My spinner got six, my Glock got

I need some tender love and care
I think I deserve it
All of the work that I’ve put in for years
I shed blood, sweat and tears
I need some tender love and care
I think I deserve it
All of the work that I’ve put in for years
Now I’m with multi-millionaires

I need some TLC, I’m drained
I need some brain
I need a first-class seat on a plane
I want to go some place
Where nobody knows my face, or name
I know, it’s insane
I’m grateful, but I’m kinda tired of fame
I need some brain
I need a first-class seat on a plane
I want to go some place
Where nobody knows my face, or name
I know, it’s insane
And, I’m grateful, but I’m kinda tired of fame