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letra de diamonds - n.w.p jet$k!

[intro]
errybody know i’m a rockstar n-gga
but this glock in my muhf-ckin lap
shoot that boy in his trap
shoot that lil boy make a gap
na-na-na

[verse]
iont care what he talkin bout
or how he walkin round
he steady talkin down
why he talkin sh-t
shoot him in his lip
shoot him in his d-ck
shoot him in his head
knock off that boy dreads (knock off that boy dreads)
now that lil boy dead
that boy he can’t talk
that boy he can’t walk
cuz that boy got shot
cuz that boy a opp
put eem on a shirt cuz he talk to cops
that boy-
iont f-ck with that n-gga
iont even wanna talk to that n-gga
iont wanna move wit that n-gga
that n-gga a b-tch
ok that n-gga a b-tch
ok he a stupid sh-t
[verse 2]
ok that n-gga a hoe, a fraud, yeah that lil n-gga b-tch
ok that n-gga ont kno sh-t
so he can’t even talk to me
he can’t even walk with me
can’t spin a block wit me
that boy a opp n sh-t
can’t let him close to me
he tryna pop sh-t
can’t let him notice me
cuz all these n-ggas is hoes and frauds
tryna f-ck wit the designer my car, look at the designer my car
designer my shoes, designer my b-tch, designer my fit
you ain’t gotta be proud of me cuz i wear prada
i love that girl
yeah i dior you b-tch
iont even know the b-tch, ha
but she gon suck a d-ck

[verse 3]
ooh, yeah she gon suck a d-ck
ooh, yeah she gon suck a d-ck, n-gga
she tryna f-ck a n-gga, haha
she gon suck my d-ck
rollie on my muhf-ckin wrist, n-gga
why you be talkin sh-t n-gga
you a lil b-tch n-gga
you a lil b-tch
stop wit that lil p-ssy ass talkin n-gga
you a lil b-tch
you keep on talkin sh-t we gon stomp yo ass, we gon drop yo ass, we gon ah
we gon drill yo ass
we gon k!ll yo ass
we gon mix yo ass like we a blender n-gga
twin glocks, for my kinfolk, never fold n-gga i could never fold
that lil n-gga a p-ssy a b-tch that lil n-gga a hoe
diamonds on my neck they dance like-
diamonds on my neck they dance like-
diamonds on my neck they dance like f-ckin static
he want beef ok n-gga we got static
n-gga i can do damage, n-gga i can do magic
make him disappear n-gga
he a lil b-tch shot him and his peers
that n-gga a b-tch that n-gga a hoe we gon mix his ass up
pull up wit a knife blend his ass up
we gon drill his ass up
yeah we drilled his ass up
shout out to the plug he got me booted up
y’all can’t f-ck with us
can’t even f-ck wit me n-gga
sippin that red wine bumpin that jodeci, n-gga
(ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
shout out lil skies, n-gga
we gettin high, n-gga
reachin new skies, n-gga
i pop his ass n-gga
we gettin-
ooh
we gettin-
ooh
[verse 4]
we gettin muhf-ckin lit (ooh)
we f-ck on n-gga lil b-tch (aye)
she gon suck on my d-ck (aye)
then we go slime his lil ass like i roll wit young thugs & gunners
aww

- n w p jetk

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