Lyrics:
slam
A one ton sumo as a young chap on Colfax
With no dough stacked
I went up in Diana Ross raw
Caught the soul clap
Big brother tapped my phone
That's
you attainable
The way you crooked need a retainer hoe
Hold on bitch calm down I ain't captain save a hoe
Got me a bitch like Diana Ross, other one
end where it begins
Who cares what the cause is
Too many bosses cause divorces
And I don't take losses
Well I play with a team
But I'm a Diana Ross
children
Keep a trustee just in case
Hit my lawyer she official
Told my niggas sayonara
To be honest I won't miss you
All the years I felt this misuse
Many
all the muscle....BITCH you heard what i said....
Rick ross he ain't got no muscle, he just a big ass dude that
Knows how to hustle, wanna be like him
Now this your loving, baby na na
Baby you're my sweet girl
Baby you're my sweet girl ni oo baby
Baby baca nla nla ah
Baby diana, baby diana, baby diana
Peaked at # 2 in 1940, with competing versions by Dinah Shore at # 17 and by Bobby Byrne
at # 19
Later charted by Perry Como (duet with Eddie
stunting for something
Hated days when money was the topic of discussion
There's a new me coming out no Diana Ross
One to make you jump jump sort of like I'm
to a boss
Attention is paying my cost
Fuck is you talking about feel like I'm Ross
Chef in the kitchen I can't spill the sauce
When I wake up
I think about
his penicillin
See I'm a addict takin' drugs, that give me quite a thrill
Diana Ross and lady's sing the blues got me poppin' pills
But it get worse,
still stay in da trap
All them long nights tryna push a quarter pack
Its alright, you should know I always got your back
I got purple in my eyes, I don't
bluff where the snow at.
And I’m a real OG uh Huh uh Huh.
You know the gangs all here
Keep big straps let them bang out here
Diana Ross all in my clip
bag it up, sell it
Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it
Kept to them niggas getting caught go and tell it
Every time I turn around, y'all got
ready get set, cause here I go
I knew the land, of Rappersville
Castle on a mount called Sugar Hill
Like Diana Ross said loud and clear:
"This is my
to God without jumping through a hula
He told us to do business till He comes, He's the boss
So I won't stop, in the name of love, Diana Ross
Jesus is
up doing you dirty
Oh my God yea on God
Y'all be fronting this is fraud
Way y'all cappin' y'all got talent
No Bob Ross this is art
Y'all be lying just
Tonight I'm holding on so tight
To my confession
Defined by hidden light
You're my obsession
Don't want to let you go
Until we both drown
In
flooded the net you act like we in a drought
Coming out like Diana Ross singing about
What she wanted the world the know he ain't a slouch
Look nigga we
should have a cane on me, oh
Call the lever, dog, I'm moving like Escobar
For all you niggas still asleep, I'm bout to give you extra bars
While I flex
"What are you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna record all the noise."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Well, you know, actually, right here in this neighborhood, we
Don't have
the savanna
And I'll be here
It might be years with this lion
Her name is Diana
All that I wanted to say
Is that I called you on Monday
Stuck right here by
If you ain't gon Bang out
I know he not planning on popping shit
Lord watch all my niggas they juggin shit
I just might cut the bitch off
Don't get in
Gold digging in my wallet
You better holler at Ross
I'm not copping them all, I'm still shopping at Ross
Still tryna spend a little bit of Mark
it's real until you see how much the hall 'll cost
And I can't pay for King Sunny Ade or Queen Diana Ross
Destination wedding, pull up in Texas like
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