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letra de fuel the flame - diamonddoesmusic

[intro: diamond]
elcyc sseldne na s’ti ,elcyc sseldne na s’ti (!enihcam eht deef)
elcyc sseldne na s’ti ,elcyc sseldne na s’ti (gnideef pots reven, gnideef pots reven, gnideef pots reven)
elcyc sseldne na s’ti ,elcyc sseldne na s’ti (dog a htiw gnikcuf er’uoy)
elcyc sseldne na s’ti ,elcyc sseldne na s’ti (emalf eht leuf)

[verse 1: diamond]
creative g*nius, i’m locked in
i alt-f4 all the talkin’
and then i add all the rockin’
the greatest thing sincе i dropped in
i’m drinkin’ up all the toxins
i walk around like i’m wobblin’
i’m еvil like i’m a goblin
cold, you can stop all the jockin’, b-tch

[chorus: diamond, ro-b. z.]
help me fuel the flame (what, what, what)
music gas, straight propane (what, what, what)
help me fuel the flame (what, what, what)
music drilled into my brain (lil’ biatch!)

[verse 2: diamond]
you f-ckin’ know i’m the goat when
i start a rap and i’m floatin’
i’m on your body emotin’
i’m meltin’ through you like molten
i’m f-ckin’ hot as a fire
i’m also sick as a b-tch
it’s makin’ you predisposin’
i’m shootin’ like i’m a missile
comin’ for you, like i’m homing
the end is comin’ way closer
you look at me, i’m approaching
take a good look at my clothin’
i know it looks like it’s stolen
i know it looks all eroded
you try and look at my wrist
and you are blinded (it’s golden)
[chorus: diamond, ro-b. z.]
help me fuel the flame (what, what, what)
music gas, straight propane (what, what, what)
help me fuel the flame (ayo, what the f-ck?!)
music drilled into my brain (it’s ro-b. z., b-tch!)

[verse 3: ro-b. z.]
robbie the pyrotechnician
a villain who aim and then singe you with fireworks, bang (pshhh)
“visions of bodies”, i’ll clip him
distort him with flames, i lighting up all the propane (fl!ck)
bodies are burning, the vision is sickening
come with the heat that make arsonists quake (d-mn)
cooking up beef? i bite, then i’m beating him
he the new drake, please don’t get in my way (nah)
what you mean that i ain’t flames?
these rappers’ ashes in cigarettes
that i fl!cked inside the notre dame
god forgive me, i lit up the place (oh, no)
and their b-tch is waiting in my bed; oh, she in heat
can’t you hear her pant?
defer to torment, i can hear her beg me
to hit it doggy style, every other way (daddy?)
on my snoop dogg piece, my “bible of love”
induce pressure, i heat, put a diamond above
the bed where i sleep on you tired upchucks
i’mma light up sticks that you riding upon
they tinder for the flame where i cook up my songs
to be the next rite of spring, news: “riots in clubs”
gonna burn the industry when robbie come up
ayo, free palestine, death to ben and hamas, lil’ b-tch (biatch!)
[chorus: diamond, ro-b. z.]
help me fuel the flame (what, what, what)
music gas, straight propane (what, what, what)
help me fuel the flame (what, what, what)
music drilled into my brain (lil’ biatch!)

[verse 4: diamond, ro-b. z., both]
how is everybody gonna be on my level
but they don’t understand that i can’t f-ck up (no)
i’m in my prime, everybody wanna do their time
but they don’t even get you don’t need none (nah)
do they even get they basic? (basic – nah!)
get a new flow, i hate it (hate it – what?!)
and i really don’t like that every single rapper wanna go worship satan (ironic – what the f-ck?!)

[verse 5: ro-b. z., diamond]
my art is my own, there’s no way that change
ain’t no one control all the words that i’m saying
i say what i say on a beat, no delay
controversy the move if it bring about change
hey, don’t like what i say?
make out like elvis and step out the place
hey, don’t like what i say?
make out like elvis and step out the place
uh, i know i’m great
i don’t need no one to tell me that i’m good, okay
you know i don’t need no one to mix on my song, okay
you know i’m fully independent while you stole, okay
i’m really glad you listened to me talk (thanks)

- diamonddoesmusic

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