Lyrics:
Diamonds, diamonds
I've got foreign bitches all up in
My studio and they wanna hear
Diamonds, diamonds
She's on her way with her bestie and
I said
about now all my thugs around the world
If you love reggae music I want you to do this
Check it out, yo
Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right
Put
I wasn't phased
By the way that you talk
Whenever I'm up in the cut
Feelings all Turing to dust
You hate the way that I be living above
Move when
I'm in the building ya, I'm a take'em
I'm a take'em, yes I will take'em Yessir
Yes I will take'em all the way there Boo
I will take'em all the way
The highest caliber make it a night to remember like Shalamar
Then escape to Havana with Assata I do what I gotta
Planes get shot down in Cuban air
happen was I had stopped by my nigga be spot
And he had a big blunt of that dro and I forgot
I was s'pose to go to the studio I got some hits to drop
to congratulate me and show me what it really meant to be to be myself
And now I feel like I can fly, the same way you fly
I know one day our paths will collide
enough supplies
When im on the side, I'm finna touch the sky
I'm gonna enjoy the ride, I'm finna live my life
Looking in the mean time, I hoping you feel
much more positive things about it
And I don't feel at all crippled by it or um, or anything I just feel so happy
To know that I' m one of the few people
a hearse
It's been plenty times you lied to me I just played like a dummy
Cause I love you way too much I feel like no one else is for me
And we passed
like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
I'm hot from New Orleans
Weezy F
her anymore. It’s always Studio studio studio. So I’m gonna spend some quality time with her you feel me?”
Msvh - “I hear that still, Man got a couple
on emotion
Prince way too calculated to be phased by your wack notions
Smoking by the ocean, you know I love my weed
I puff the type of lau that knock you
wailing like rough sex|Got a bunch of baby mamas|I ain't got no kid by none of them|All I do is supply the goods,|And feel me all up in they stomach|And I
Was it all worth it
Writing songs till palms hurting
Every time I leave the studio I get all nervous
Did I perfectly recite all of my verses
Or did
something was wrong
Well, then it's all history
Me go up on a ends fi chack a one jubilee
Di way she rub me down and makin' me feel so nice
Me say haffi
a line try suicide end your life
Tie a rope around your neck cut off your air supply
They giving verbal man it is so asinine
They still deny I
the receiver
Receiving transmission, surface to air
Either way, I'm in awe of you
Either way, we'll survive
Conjuring devils, angels and demons
Only
Niggas be moving real funny
I had to do it by myself
Switched lanes
Took the fast way
I aint never needed help
Bossed up
Niggas bitch made
Nigga I ain't
of my time
Threw the day and night
In the studio workin' over nights
Shine you out till you burn out to the sky
You stupid motherfucker mad cause' I
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
a handout
Rather do my own thing, spit my own game
Pree the way I stand out
Used to double up the hoodie
Now I walk up in the room double blacked out
Black
pound
Whole ounce to the face to feel good
Big blunt after blunt how I roll
Thick smoke in my lungs but I feel it in my chest
Choppas and ganja
I need
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