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letra de cant die broke - diamondsonmydick

[intro: sickboyrari]
feel like i’m hi-c, pull up in audi
red eye, [?], but not no molly
feel like i’m hi-c, pull up in audi
red eye, [?], but not no molly

[bridge: diamondsonmyd-ck]
cashed cobras production little ho, eat my p-ssy
yuh, yuh, what? hoah, hoah
yeah, yeah, what? what? yeah, ayy

[verse 1: diamondsonmyd-ck]
i keep a demon sl-t, blood on my air force 1s
f-ckin’ with gang, hit with this tommy gun
sacrificin’ hoes, i do that sh-t for fun
b-tch, i’m just tryna f-ck
pretty boy demon, i cannot fall in love
posted up, evil grin, shinin’ gold slugs
finesse a n-gga, b-tch, you a whole dub
[?] ’cause you n-ggas is so dumb
smokin’ strap pack like i got no lungs
pour up the act’, b-tch, i can’t stand up
i cannot lack, b-tch, i need two guns
n-gga get whacked, now in casket all dressed up
talk sh-t on the ‘net, in person, don’t do nun
f-ck that lil’ b-tch, that ho a whole sl-t
talk down on gang, get your soul lift up
in love with the act’, sippin’ on dirty mud
shut up lil’ b-tch, you talking too much
thought it was my arm, this is not blood
you roll with my drip, n-gga, you my son
crossin’ these n-ggas just like its and1
reptilian club, f-ckin’ on your sl-t
pocket rock’, foreign whip, doing donuts
n-gga, you a b-tch, sweet like a honey nut
f-ck that love sh-t, [?]
cuffing that ho, you goin’ out sad
yeah, that’s your daughter
but she call me dad
i cannot lack so i keep two mags
hollow tips on yo’ head like a durag
she tryna fall in love, know i said “f-ck that”
big gas, [?]
all these hoes green, [?]
two glocks, keep in my duffel bag
cast a spell, hit yo’ b-tch from the back
[?]
b-tch, i got a [?], jimmy neutron
i don’t do dates, i’m just tryna f-ck some
watch that f-ckboy [?]
i’ll beat your ass up
it was just me, he thought it was five [?]
[verse 2: sickboyrari]
feel like sh-t
i’m with hi-c, slime, my man
know i’m in all white
look at my big foreign, and i slime my b-tch
know i shoot, we talk through pistols
pouring blood for my mental
feel like i’m hi-c, pull up in audi
red eye, [?], but not no molly
gas, blow my whip down
crystals and they diamonds
n-ggas hate me, i know i’m ’bout it
[?], you know i’m stuntin’
all black wock’, you know that i’m gliming
a young n-gga runnin’ up, what’s the timing?
k9 bro so i gotta stay gliming
so mysterious how n-ggas be silent
been a solider [?]
stack my money to the end
i got blood on my tint, i got crack in my rims

- diamondsonmydick

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