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letra de diamonds - littlerichh

diamonds are forever (know this sh-t forever n-gga)
they won’t leave in the night (free the gang, free the guys)
i’ve no fear that they might
desert me (free aston)

[littlerichh]
send shots don’t stop move hot
d’s on my body can’t walk on the block
big chop i walk with a bop
heard a new opp died should’ve walked with a knock
he a rat cause he talk to the cops
face shot when he fall see his thoughts when he drop
guns in [?] won’t fall for the props
[?] he was talking a lot
move tact when i walk on the spot
make one false move get hawked on the spot
real sh-t can’t [?]
[?] won’t fall for the drop
f-ck a deuce pay more for the glock
[?] pay more for the [?]
free the bros [?]
got back for the gang [?]

[king eli]
like flock 38 [?]
free [?]
ain’t no gang like mine
deliman punching no boxing
demins amari for me cause i’m popping
one in the top, i up i ain’t stopping
how they ain’t take an l and ain’t drop it
stop it
slide through what? that’s nonsense
[?] no thompson
bands on his head, go shopping
we shooting movies i see that they wanna be actors
smoking on wanna-be rappers
i’m tryna score if he play for the lackers
cat scan, he laying next to the pastor
[littlerichh]
and my n-ggas gon’ do it the best
brodie hop out the car he gon’ finish the rest
we the reason why n-ggas obsessed
smoking that boy that got hit in his chest
he stressed, they tripping
opp thottie i use her for wisdom
give her d-ck and i’m leaving her limping
knock on my body the reason i’m limping

[king eli]
get close can’t dump that lead
[?] on his head
opp n-ggas mad [?]
p-ssy hurting baby give me head
[?] ooters flocking out the back seat
when them n-ggas cry it make me happy
i’m tryna lift that n-gga like a taxi
40 be kicking call it jackie

[littlerichh]
it is what it is, nature
how n-ggas and b-tches gon change up?
opp thot you not in danger
come to the part we smoking on banga
told my brother i got you don’t change up
stick to the [?] and you getting your name up
[?] can’t tame us
catch us a rapper we making his famous
[king eli]
[?] spinning
he in the picture we get ’em
[?] so cap we ain’t feel ’em
lost bro heart got cold no feeling
i need some healing, perc for the pain
thinking he tough he gon die for a name
he up in heaven [?]
catch ’em and throw ’em bullets in his brain
send him and his gang

- littlerichh

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