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letra de black diamonds - rocky diamonds

[verse one:]
look we’ve been real
since fifteen we’ve been trill
you needa chill
nobody knows i ain’t feel
neat wheel kamato and these niggas on my mama
keep the spank next to my heart and stay the fuck away from the drama
i see the lemonade
niggas in the hood like d-mn it
y’all can really need it
i’m uh walkin’ in the streets, you know
how to stay cheesy, how to remain real
have sex with b-tches kin cause it’s fuck how they feel

[verse two:]
fast money or no money
i’m getting d off your hoe money
let’s get it fresh, no b-mmy shit
i just be on my money shit
what the fuck nigga? you used to fuck the words
you used to fuck the rap on that money shit
big cannon, see these guns?
nick cannon my youngest drum
retards my youngest dumb
record labels they pot the shit
listenin’ to hot boys
in the hot whip with a hot b-tch
and she from the projects
her big bros bang that fuckin’ fire
so let’s say that shit – youngest nigga alive

[hook:] x2
i got my hoes workin’
i got my b-tches on the pole
they keep that -ss twerkin’
that money comin’, dollars flowin’
b-tch grab all that money
and bring that shit right back to daddy
now a nigga stuntin’
i do this shit for my young g’s

[verse three:]
broke niggas, broke hoes
that’s that shit i don’t like
laid back, white coupes
speakers soundin’ like bullfights
trae tha truth and i’m on flight cl-ss
wardrobe like 24 flights
i’m still a king in these streets of mine
pussy niggas got no rights
if i hit the club i’m like tyga rack city
they know i’m a boss like ross and big lil’
i ain’t got a check on deck then you silly
never pay a b-tch with no -ss and no titties
chain that i got like mexico city
chemical to work, i met you like really
the money go into full speed, no hemmy
if a nigga want beef i’m fully, no semi
d-mn right cause i got it
money hoes clothes exotic
anything you talkin’ i’m ’bout it
too many paparazzi, i’m spotted
i ain’t worried about, i got loks on
like my forward tittie, a few spokes on
haters mad as hell cause our hope is gone
they can get playbacks like our broken songs
shake like you could tell them that it’s show time
i’m in the back though the niggas know to show signs
two cups, i’m pullin’ my full 9
somebody’s b-tch get ricked, no rhymes
young g, yea i got more hoes
punch line, yea i got more blows
i’ll go, yea i got more goals
tell them niggas wake up, i want those

[hook:] x2

[verse four:]
hey look i fuck a thot, fuck a cop, fuck a op
i hit them all, i hit your b-tch, i hit that block
phone twerkin’, b-tches workin’, money flowin’
blunts lit, pills popped, drink flown’
aye if that b-tch for me why didn’t that b-tch just hold it?
no nigga spit game, she already goin’
one hundred niggas with me and they all tordy
me and my tour twins, we both smokin’
let the child explain, bruh
glock 9’s in they case bruh
my og’s move oz’s
we do this shit every day bruh
tatted like amigos
i’m getting’ fresh like my free clothes
my sponsor, it maybe mama
we honor that g code
real p’s do real things
fucked niggas get fucked up
bad b-tches come to my house
my young niggas stay turnt up
body bags for all y’all
whole clip for your whole gang
yo b-tch talk about me like she hank hill and i’m propane

[hook:] x2

- rocky diamonds

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