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letra de pretenders - connie diiamond

[intro]
(prodhiighest)
(connie, you’re serious right?)
yeah

[chorus]
if you like your diamonds then tuck it and hide it
you know how the sh-t go in the winter
jump off, you slidin’, my wolves excited
don’t slip ’cause you lookin’ like dinner (grrt!)
you know it get cold like december
’round here, it ain’t no trench for the sinners
when we get to spinnin’, you n-ggas is timid
you n-ggas is f-ckin’ pretenders (grrt! grrt!)

[verse 1]
underdogs either come f-ck with a winner
uh! yeah, they counted me out
wе get back to the basics, administerеd patience
you b-tches could never amount (b-tches could never)
up the score, it was never a doubt
with the fame, i’ma give ’em the clout (huh?)
i’ma side with the members of travis’ game
and you scared, get back in that house
we run the city, yeah, real n-ggas vouch (right)
bitter b-tches, they runnin’ they mouth (let’s go)
you f-ckin’ with me is like writin’ a check when
you broke and you know it’s gon’ bounce
the f-ck are they talkin’ about? who harder?
or who hit ’em? i ain’t gotta bother
i will line a n-gga like a barber
with the gully diamond or the gaza
[chorus]
if you like your diamonds then tuck it and hide it
you know how the sh-t go in the winter
jump off, you slidin’, my wolves excited
don’t slip ’cause you lookin’ like dinner (grrt! grrt!)
you know it get cold like december
’round here, it ain’t no trench for the sinners
when we get to spinnin’, you n-ggas is timid
you n-ggas is f-ckin’ pretenders (grrt! grrt!)

[verse 2]
call my [?] up then we lift ’em
[?] let ’em know we gon’ send ’em
got the drop on yo block, we gon’ bend ’em
turn that goof from ya hood to a victim
and my dawg up the pound, we gon’ sick ’em
he get left in the hood till we bl!ck ’em
we don’t do red lights, we ride, n-gga
you know that we back outside, n-gga
call my [?] up then we lift ’em
[?] let ’em know we gon’ send ’em
got the drop on yo block, we gon’ bend ’em
turn that goof from ya hood to a victim
and my dawg up the pound, we gon’ sick ’em
he get left in the hood till we bl!ck ’em
we don’t do red lights, we ride, n-gga
you know that we back outside, n-gga
[chorus]
if you like your diamonds then tuck it and hide it
you know how the sh-t go in the winter
jump off, you slidin’, my wolves excited
don’t slip ’cause you lookin’ like dinner (what?)
you know i’ll get cold like december (huh?)
’round here, it ain’t no trench for the sinners
when we get to spinnin’, you n-ggas is timid
you n-ggas is f-ckin’ pretenders (f-ckin’ pretenders)

- connie diiamond

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