Testo Diamonds - Chief Keef feat. French Montana
Testo della canzone Diamonds (Chief Keef feat. French Montana), tratta dall'album Finally Rich
Young Chop on the beat
We're next, we're next, sheesh
O-Block
Bang
Bang, bang
I swear my diamonds are so blinding please
Don't look at my wrist (look at my wrist)
In one blink of an eye, I bet I can take
Your bitch (take your bitch)
That boy jewelry looking blurry like
Who sold him that shit (sold him that shit)
They say I ain't getting money well
Who told them that shit (told them that shit)
Ok your bitch she like my diamonds
And the cars that I ride (car that I ride)
Or she might just like my style or its
The squad that's behind me (squad that's behind me)
I don't know but she gone go cause
My pockets on swole (pockets on swole)
I just walk up in the mall then I buy
The whole store (buy the whole store)
I know my diamonds looking blinding
Please don't look at my wrist (look at my wrist)
My young niggas shoot your face
If you think about taking my shit (taking my shit)
10k for my ears, 20k for my wrist (20k for my wrist)
You ain't fucking me for free
Bitch 20k for my dick (20k for my dick)
Catch you slipping Scottie Pippen one
Phone call and you hit (call and you hit)
I just get these bitches numbers
I don't call I forget (call I forget)
And I'm riding in them foreigns
I'mma ride on St. Lawrence (St. Lawrence)
I'mma ride on brick squad catch a nigga
I'm scoring (catch a nigga I'm scoring)
I swear my diamonds are so blinding
Please don't look at my wrist (look at my wrist)
In one blink of an eye, I bet
I can take your bitch (take your bitch)
That boy jewelry looking blurry like
Who sold him that shit (sold him that shit)
They say I ain't getting money well
Who told them that shit (told them that shit)
Ok your bitch she like my diamonds and
The cars that I ride (car that I ride)
Or she might just like my style or its
The squad that's behind me (squad that's behind me)
I don't know but she gone go cause
My pockets on swole (pockets on swole)
I just walk up in the mall then
I buy the whole store (buy the whole store)
Them people calling, right back to balling
You got a bad batch to much bakin' on it
Right back on the stove, right back to them shows
Right back to my bitches, your advance is my clothes
I'm whipping it (whippin it), I triple it (triple it)
Shorty pop a molly then she wiggle it (wiggle it)
Putting orders, You telling stories (stories)
Casino life hard rock nigga put in all this
I swear my diamonds are so blinding
Please don't look at my wrist (look at my wrist)
In one blink of an eye, I bet
I can take your bitch (take your bitch)
That boy jewelry looking blurry like
Who sold him that shit (sold him that shit)
They say I ain't getting money well
Who told them that shit (told them that shit)
Ok your bitch she like my diamonds and
The cars that I ride (car that I ride)
Or she might just like my style or its
The squad that's behind me (squad that's behind me)
I don't know but she gone go cause
My pockets on swole (pockets on swole)
I just walk up in the mall then
I buy the whole store (buy the whole store)
Credits
Writer(s): Tyree Lamar Pittman, Keith Cozart, Uforo Imeh Ebong
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