a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de dimonds on my chain - fabolous

(feat. lil wayne)

[intro]
diamonds on my d-mn chain! it aint hard to tell!

[chorus]
diamonds in my d-mn chain!
diamonds in my d-mn chain!
i’m like ooh daddy, i see you do the d-mn thang’
got my vote, i’m feelin’ ya campaign
i like you but, i really like your d-mn chain!
diamonds in my d-mn chain!
diamonds in my d-mn chain!
it kinda explains the way she be actin’
she liked my necklace so she started relaxin’
now that’s what the f-ck i call a chain reaction!

[verse 1 – fabolous]
yo, you think you like me now, wait until the light hit me
i bet they house somebody girl spend the night with me
they gota love it, if not, then i guess they haters
this kinda necklace turn on the investigators
they ain’t got one problem with this
square facewatch lookin sponge bob on the wrist
one white, one gold, one nice, untold
you can look but don’t touch, guns might unload, now
i respect them thugs who get they jackin’ on
but we squeeze set every slug that we be packin’s long
ya boy got the drug money we be stackin on
lotta carrots, not the one’s bugs bunny snackin’ on
got em, get em close and, lookin’ like i scooped up-
-the t-tanic chain, from the bottom of the ocean
i play them diamonds well when i got dat jewelery on
they should call me carat jeter or maybe canary bonds

[verse 2 – lil wayne]
ahh! my name is weezy f baby! oww!
i usually don’t do this, ha! ok, i’m lyin’
cuz these diamonds of mine, just sparkle like wine
i’m easy to find, in the darker night time
i get so much attention from ya’ eyes, like signs
i’m, kushed out my mind, patron shots with lime
my necklace is a crime
and that b-tch fine, what that girl name
i call my jeweller up and tell her; “make that girl a chain!”
i take that girl to spain, she can’t pr-nounce a thang’
and she got her girlfriend on the side like fame
her fetish is lil wayne, i’m bombin’ like hussein
but i’m that fire, now i swallow my butane
residin’ on a plane, the sky is my domain
i’m in and out the country, p-ssports, and sweat-shorts
and tanktops, and sweet thoughts, from sun shades, and private airports
and of course… (watchu got boy), i got…

[verse 3 – fabolous]
yo, maybe it’s them vv’s, cuz’ they sets susters’
sit on the next bus like that show on mtv
the waves on the chain, make a n-gg- fly like the wings on a plane
when you sittin in between em’
even when you clean em’, glitenin’ when you see em’
beemin’ through the tints when i’m sittin in the “phenom”‘
oops! i mean phantom, my words got tangled man
but this tiger stripe, watch, make this b-tch a bengals fan
we all know jacob, check the sh-t he did
we spent more time, “making the band” than diddy did
you feel my campaign, then drop your old spouse
i’m out in dc, at the “white and gold house” (white and gold house)…
wanna convince me love, secret service meet with some of that lewinsky love
she saw the chain, baby brain, no strain ever since
now that’s what the f-ck i call a real “chain of events”! n-gg-

[outro]
diamonds on my d-mn chain! it aint hard to tell!

- fabolous

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS