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letra de diamonds from africa - future

[produced by: southside]

[chorus]
swerve on your p-ssenger
i f-ck with scavengers
i got them diamonds like africa
i got the blow on a one-footed trafficker
i got them diamonds like africa
i got the blow on a one-footed trafficker
i got them diamonds like africa
i got the blow on a one-footed trafficker

[verse 1]
i’m gone off ferrari and i’m huggin’ that carbon
i never say sorry
put some dope in the cup
go and order the truck cause the bentley is comin’
the end of my sleeve is on plain jane
sippin’ codeine on the plane man
most of my n-ggas, they gang bang
switchin’ moschino my name brand
switchin’ moschino my name brand
kilo for kilo, young future pacino
these b-tches, they treat me like michael and t-to
go ask your dame, i’m her man, i’m her amigo
when that dope ain’t got cut on it, call it gambino
i know the lingo and i know the real
i know a peon got more chains than deion
i’m the one who put all them birds in the neon
i made your lil’ brother hang out a window
i had em shoot up the block like a chulo
i wake up everyday like i take photos
i pull up in that new foreign, it’s four-door
i had that mouth in the house on the lo-lo
i got a stallion, pull up like it’s polo
i got that mojo, that mojo, i’m mojo
you bozo, you bozo, you n-gga that no no

[pre-chorus]
none of this money ain’t matter, all of my n-ggas they matter
i told you i got all these problems that come with this money so f-ck it
i f-ck all the nonsense
i sip on this drink and its muddy
i’m cruisin’ in the street with a .30
it’s the good, the bad, and ugly

[verse 2]
my styrofoam muddy, my styrofoam muddy, my styrofoam muddy
your b-tch? that’s my buddy; your b-tch? that’s my buddy; your b-tch? she’s some cutty
i’ma hustle for mine
i’ma get out and grind cause i know i deserve it
and i know how to work it
and i know i ain’t perfect
and i know i ain’t perfect
buy whatever i purchase
and i’m ready to turn up on ya
h-ll, f-ck it, nah, i ain’t nervous
i don’t be studyin’ these lame, lames
i’m just gone f-ck on they main dame
money is what i’m gonna obtain
b-tch you can f-ck on my main man
if you on that loud i can smell it, it’s octane
i hit the block when them blocks came
i chopped the rock up like bigg and dame
jigga my n-gga, i’m switchin’ lanes
back of the maybach, my windows and curtains up
got the bands and i ran it up way up
and these n-ggas they nothing but some traitors
f-ck these n-ggas, they never could play us

- future

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