Lyrics:
Diamonds
By Jimmy D Ft Greg Roy
She loves the way they love me, love me
Taking off her top cuz its getting kinda hot
Money and power, its all about
And I'm passed that
Used to catch the bus used to make a play
Everything ain't the best
But I had to make a way
Ok
Understand that it don't last forever
It
talk
I wouldn't really know
It keep me cautious
Until I'm headed home
They never modest
Bending like a centerfold
But I don't care no moe
I'm in
the Percs by the bench
Bentley truck swervin', it ain't got no tint
I used to want a 'Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never
far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In
some cap in my rap
By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some more (uh-huh)
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up, make
on my cock(lil thot)
I ain't from Brooklyn but my diamonds milly rock
If I like it ima cop it, don't care what the cost
I'm a boss, drippin sauce, i can't
back)
I get mad cash, please don't make me mad, uh-uh (make me mad)
Bitches at the pad, runin' playin' tag, uh-huh
Glizzock havin' cash, diamonds
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
losin' sleep, stressin'
But I know I'm gon' be straight
My dawg changed like a pitbull
Swear my heart full of rage
You can teach 'em how to cook and
They
Wanna see me fly, but they don't wanna free me
I feel like I'm free fallin
Time to hang my nuts like I was free ballin
Money on the line but ain't no free
know damn well that they don't give a fuck
I be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cut
That's what's up
All these bitches out here tryna gas
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
shook crews runnin'
Like they supposed to they come around
But they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
You're in the wrong place
Cowards
the wrong place (yo, who that?)
Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up (who that right there? I don't know, son)
With bullet holes and such (we
to disguise it they'll try showing fake love
That's why I don't need love don't want love don't make love
All these niggas say they for me only for me
'cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe it, so I used you
I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right, I know
We at the crib, she got her legs wrapped
'cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe it, so I used you
I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right, I know
We at the crib, she got her legs wrapped
The nobody who dreamed about bein' somebody
Chief rocker at the party
And they was hangin' like, "Yo, I'm your man
I don't even care about the ring
Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
I know that they plottin', I
heart, I don’t know how I let you
Now I’m like where did time, where did time go
But really all I’m thinking where did I, where did I go
I know they lying
to bind us all
Bind us together like a platinum truss
Giving it over, giving it over
I'm putting my heart into treasures that don't rust
I'm giving it
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
pussy is honey
In Yves Saint Laurent like a boss
I used to pray to the skies
To send me a sign
Before I get laid on a cross (Yeah)
But now I feel closer
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