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letra de on my shit - yung nicco

[pre-chorus]
sez on the beat boy

[chorus: pap3r p]
diamonds on my wrist (on my wrist)
diamonds on my wrist (yeah)
shinnin’ like a b-tch
vibin’ with yo b-tch (with yo b-tch)
vibin’ with yo b-tch, naw, you can’t tell me sh-t (sh-t)
i’ve been on my sh-t, i’ve been on my sh-t (yeah)
diamonds on my wrist
vibin’ with yo b-tch (with yo b-tch)
vibin’ with yo b-tch, naw, you can’t tell me sh-t

[verse 1: yung nicco]
it’s only the beginning
i’ve been grinding for a lil minute
let me take my time
no need for no one to remind me when i’m finished
i’ve been through a lot, ain’t no such as signing a percentage
know it’s do or die, all my n-gg-s riding to the ending
take a tour with me
b-tch i’m who you see
it ain’t no two of me
unless i’m in yo face and in yo thoughts
then shid, where would you be
i talks so much sh-t
n-gg-s gone get mad, these b-tches suing me (wow)
i ice my wrist up
make these n-gg-s jealous, hoes pursuing me
she on her sh-t, she been on her sh-t
work a double shift, all night, just to get that money
then gone call a lyft
these n-gg-s so d-mn broke
they try to holla, she don’t even trip
we stack that sh-t up, every thousand dollars
that’s just how we live (yeah,yeah)

[verse 2: frank rashad]
i’m vibin’ with yo b-tch, yes i am
she been tellin’ me ya’ll problems but i don’t give a d-mn (hmmm)
i’m vibin’ with yo b-tch, yes i am, and she whisper to me softly as i dig in them yams
listen
i’m the man like uncle sam, i should tax her
i’m giving way too much free d-ck away, that and some laughter
i’m trippin’ cause she’s diggin’ me just being myself
she’s more concerned about my spiritual, my mental, and health
is that your girl, cause i can’t tell the way that she’s choosin’
and she ain’t mention you but wants a winner
what most likely means you’re losin
i’m crusin’ down the street to my city
get off yo -ss, go get a bag, cause don’t n-body got pity
and that’s for real

[verse 3: staydownlilb]
yo b-tch got good energy
i told her that i’m feeling her, she told me that she’s in to me
she done popped the seal, now we’re smoking like a chimney
i probably forget the b-tch, bet she gone remember me, (yeah)
i can’t show no sympathy
you talking foul dog, that’s a penalty
i guarantee you i will not take her on no shopping sprees
i’m just tryna get up top, cause now she’s toppin’ me (yeah)
i’m vibin’ with yo b-tch lil n-gg- (lil n-gg-)
she boppin’ on my fit lil n-gg-
stayed down, really stayed down for real lil n-gg-
sh-t can get real, really about to touch a m lil n-gg-

- yung nicco

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