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letra de blood diamonds - copta this! wossop?

[produced by epidemix]

[verse 1: copta]
don’t try to fit in/dem say e be long
till i have my place ill just live in my songs
spilling my feelings/they say i talk like i know it all
im only human so sometimes i’m wrong
i’m always writing a song/tell ‘em
money makes the world go round so shon dey spin
if this be your first time hearing this/tell me!
/where you been?
my day ones/ i’ll take it from where i end
ghs10/five fingers/that’s all/now make we settle down
i’ll steal the crown from who mother ghana go call her king
/god or king
don’t waste your time with these puppets
/they’re just playing pretend
im pulling strings
we lost sheep and i know the pen
i play to win
heaven sent/don’t put my faith in men
/im going in
cos its set like the “im at your junction” text
so make i start dey clean up this mess
ill do it for the love and not the s-x
i like the way she break her back for me
and how she back it up i no dey break a sweat

[pre-chorus]
when it rains it pours
see the sun dey my eyes
im flicking my wrist
no be you buy am/it’s my time to shine
whats in my blood? diamonds
we no dey glitter/we glow up
im in a field full of mines
/like if i step top i’ll blow up
i’ll show up if they won’t promote us
im in a cl-ss of my own
they just rap to fill they stomachs
im tryna give you this soul music
i’ll go till im gone
either you do or you don’t do it
master splinter
/cedis, pesewas
/fa me hy3 sewers/they’ll pursue us

[chorus: shim]
dip my lips in blood
i don’t wanna fuss
sip whats in my cup
i’m fancy/and i’m bout me
vip
drink it/mix it up
it’s sweeter than our love
mascara lipstick blush
come take my stand
don’t play them games
bands make her dance

[verse 2: copta]
if you like it you should buy it
if you no dey feel it/just be quiet
there’s no one to compare to this/comparisons are bias
my whole crew helps me with the sails like we pirates
dem dey catch the vibe
there’s a virus that’s been planted in the system just for you and i
but we still dey catch it cos it’s do or die
the fire in my eyes turned me into burna boy
/mean say yawa dey!
we no get vacation/everyday be our day
i’m wide awake
i sleep walk so when i wake i’m far away
distant relatives/they can’t relate
patience
i’ll pay to see the looks on their faces when i make it
she go spend an hour dressing up but she’ll come out naked
baby don’t change/you’re still my favorite
tryna keep it down so the neighbors don’t hear us
girl i’ve been working on a sound
/you’ll be hearing it clearer
when i give you the finer things
/martin mason margielas’ etc

[pre-chorus]
rain no dey fall
and the sun no dey shine
i’m flicking my wrist
i told you! it is my time to shine
what’s in my blood? diamonds
things whey dey glitter don’t glow up
i’m in a field full of mines
/like if i step top ill blow up
i’ll show up if they won’t promote us
i’m in a cl-ss of my own
they just rap to fill they stomachs
i’m tryna give you this soul music
i’ll go till i’m gone
either you do or you don’t do it
master splinter
/cedis, pesewas
/fa me hy3 sewers/they’ll pursue us

[chorus: shim]
dip my lips in blood
i don’t wanna fuss
sip what’s in my cup
i’m fancy/and i’m bout me
vip
drink it/mix it up
it’s sweeter than our love
mascara lipstick blush
come take my stand
don’t play them games
bands make her dance

[verse 3: copta]
problems make themselves
/she’s raising the sons and daughters
i got a bone to pick with these skeletons in my closet
but all that laundry is sorted
and i’ll be eating with the brothers that helped me do the dishes
/see now we’re flying saucers
i gotta get it regardless/my flow the hardest
i’m on some nas st–ze/nothing gets past me
it’s barry allen in michael jackson’s red jacket
/boy i’m flashy
i’m burning/ cooking up a cl-ssic
i got the heart of an -ss-ssin/i k!ll ‘em for practice
i take my mind dey walk
/can’t understand my swagger/its madness
you can’t move forward when you’re thinking backwards
i sting like a bee so show where the cash is
i’ll crash it like corrales in vegas/they can’t erase this
i no dey fit their equations
/don’t put me in your brackets
i shun dey play/i just dey practice
nothing gets past me
and that’s me
from 1 to circle/i dey inside
i squeeze for the backseat

- copta this wossop

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