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Ditch Pig (AI Video Version) - #chickasha #ninnekah

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Published on 10 Feb 2026 / In Music

[Verse 1]
Don’t like nice guys, they bore me to death
All that respect? Friend-zone! I smile on meth
Treat me like a queen and I’ll ghost your ass
I only get wet when you treat me like trash
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna you unless you don’t wanna talk
Play hard to get, that’s how my ankles unlock
The secret password to these greasy spick thighs—
You’re phucked up again, show me how low you’ll fly
[Chorus]
Do you do drugs? Are you a drunken bag of sh-it?
Will you use me like a bean bag? Are you a prick?
Chase skirt all night? Come home reeking of strange?
That’s the kind of man that makes my pussy ache
[Verse 2]
Soap is for pussies, I want that funky crusty stink
Smeg-ma on your gherkin has me on the brink
Watch your porn loud while you ignore my texts
Beating your meat, can’t wait for what comes next
[Bridge]
Fifty-year-old creep at Taco Bell at 2 a.m.
Eye-phucking high-school girls, dick hard again
I think that’s real neat, I’m into your grime
You hunt jail bait, I’m spreading for slime
[Verse 3]
To the hippie drug dealer, I’ll zombie out slow
Pupils blown, mouth dry, letting every one know
My man’s on the street chasing illegal tail
It’s cool though, trust me, I do the same, no fail
[Outro / Final Hook]
Any man who looks at me or a “hello” on the street
I’m giving it away, raw unfiltered and no receipt
Nice guys last, bad guys get my cream
In the gutter, living the Okie woman’s dream.

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Ditch Pig (AI Video Version)

[Verse 1]

Don’t like nice guys, they bore me to death
All that respect? Friend-zone! I smile on meth
Treat me like a queen and I’ll ghost your ass
I only get wet when you treat me like trash

[Pre-Chorus]

I don’t wanna you unless you don’t wanna talk
Play hard to get, that’s how my ankles unlock
The secret password to these greasy spick thighs—
You’re phucked up again, show me how low you’ll fly

[Chorus]

Do you do drugs? Are you a drunken bag of sh-it?
Will you use me like a bean bag? Are you a prick?
Chase skirt all night? Come home reeking of strange?
That’s the kind of man that makes my pussy ache

[Verse 2]

Soap is for pussies, I want that funky crusty stink
Smeg-ma on your gherkin has me on the brink
Watch your porn loud while you ignore my texts
Beating your meat, can’t wait for what comes next

[Bridge]

Fifty-year-old creep at Taco Bell at 2 a.m.
Eye-phucking high-school girls, dick hard again
I think that’s real neat, I’m into your grime
You hunt jail bait, I’m spreading for slime

[Verse 3]

To the hippie drug dealer, I’ll zombie out slow
Pupils blown, mouth dry, letting every one know
My man’s on the street chasing illegal tail
It’s cool though, trust me, I do the same, no fail

[Outro / Final Hook]

Any man who looks at me or a “hello” on the street
I’m giving it away, raw unfiltered and no receipt
Nice guys last, bad guys get my cream
In the gutter, living the Okie woman’s dream.

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